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Sweet Sexy Secretary(You To Elma Tg)
🕑 Added 2021-10-01 01:22:03 +0000 UTC
(Just be careful. If you do too much office work you'll turn into Elma.)
[That's what we call goals.
Also I just pulled out some cookies to eat on my break LOL legitimately had to furrow my brow at you.]
You were a bit bored at work, finding your job pretty easy all things considered though given how busy you had been lately, your friends were starting to joke about it, one friend in particular, though most people didn’t know about your fetish like he did. They were also a workaholic so you took the friendly ribbing as you grabbed another cookie and continued to rack up some overtime over this dumb-
(Furrow? Nah that’s just your eyesight getting worse. Time to put on the glasses.)
Hmm? Didn’t you always wear glasses? Though these felt newer for some reason, not quite resting on your nose comfortable. That’s weird. Maybe you should just forget it and have another cookie, though now that you thought about it, where had you gotten them in the office? No no this was just overtime brain kicking in, nothing strange was happening as you responded, wondering if you could something sexy to pass the time.
[Oh woah… I don’t think these are the right perscri- oh...I guess they are!]
(There that should… rrgh what? You're trying not to be too loud in work as you feel your nipples oddly tender in your shirt, groaning under your breath as something's starting to melt between your thighs that feels like hot coffee spilled, only pleasure instead of pain down there.
“Ugh this is so weird... I...My pants!”
You had a quick glance around to make sure you weren't being too loud before a squeak slips out. Blushing, you looked down to see the darkened cum stain slip around your pants, melding the legs and rolling them up your now bare legs. The blush filling your cheeks was the only real response you could muster. Looking at your phone you could see your friend was typing up a short lewd story, the descriptions oddly accurate, though that didn’t seem to bother you as much as the pleasure was, your mind too horny to focus on some dumb texts when everything demanded you to give in to the lust.)
(You're biting into your jacket sleeve to dull the moans, feeling the warmth continue to surge inside, silky black hair curtaining your eyes as you tense up your muscles. You can feel something shifting, aroused in a new way as the hornier you got, rather than hardness there was an odd, swelling push. It didn't help that your chest was rubbing heavily against the corner of your desk, something plush feeling as more hot trickles leaked down your thighs, your eyes rolling as you moaned through the sleeve, hoping no one could hear as your hips rattled in your chair.)
(You’re drooling into your sleeve. You feel your lips make further progress to match your whitened teeth as they seemingly swell. A deep arousal coats the softened feeling hidden in your melding pants. Your chest is ferociously pushing against the desk. You instinctually tug at a button letting fresh air finally spill into your shirt, hot air shooting from your pursed lips.
You give a long, heated gasp, wanting to scream as your nipples feel like cocks of their own, swollen as your body is pushed back further. All the arousal is hitting your brain as thoughts swell against your forehead, your bucking, grinding hips feeling something slot into place as you bury your mouth in your tits, moaning loudly as there’s a distinct drilling between your thighs.)
(The harder you press against your growing tits the more you have to, choked wails muffling as the press of leaking memories dented the top of your forehead. There’s a loud sucking pop that sends you spasming, your eyes crying in widened pupils as skin breaks, a horn of who you were sticking out pathetically as the inwards drilling worsened. The tail end of another squeak leaked out as your hips thrust, another wet POP busting below as you don’t understand, who you were fading as something unclenches between your thighs, hips digging into the sides as you feel what’s either an orgasm or a heart attack. It didn’t matter which, with the surge of horn you felt it had similar severities.
You couldn't bare to focus on being heard or seen or whatever. Trying to hold your rapid changes back as forceful pushes in your head and fading memories stole your attention without delay. Yet you were still at work, desperate not to be seen or noticed, what exactly was changing lost under the burning eroticism of change.)
(Your hand pulling away from your breast, without its shield sending a flood of pleasure into your already spasming body. With a hand free the need made you grip your horn fiercely. The sensation eased as your fingers slid along the horn, polishing it with the fat and muscle that melted off your fingers to make them slim digits ending in pointed nails. Not that you had the ability to care as the strokes on the horn sent a need to cum so deep inside you felt tension in your stomach. An assortment of physicalities were blocking you from having your first female orgasm, but thankfully to your ecstasy, you could feel them resolving themselves in coiling, spasmed shocks of bliss inside your organs.
Your lips were clenched, the bone crunching as your eyes gained a blue slit, not the slits you wanted as a hand snaked down to your skirt, its existence confusing for only a second as you wriggled your body. Something was prying apart your hips, diving separately as two sources of pressure utterly fucked you, your moans only growing more heated as your seat grew more comfy. A hand was thrusting into the lump between your thighs, a hand that felt too dainty, or too bulky, it was shifting in your head as the other one kept stroking your horn, your moans rising to a lusty pitch, the wriggling in your hips finally making something crunch as you squealed out.)
(Two things burst simultaneously, hot liquids sloshing down your thighs as you buried your screams in the heaving flesh of your breasts, your horn scratching against your office desk as you felt something melt and pop inside. You squeezed your thighs together, groaning as the last of something spilled out, your moans fading to heated pants, than breathy sighs as you felt utterly spent. God you were horny today. Usually this would be more Tohru's thing than yours, but you just couldn't help it for some reason today. Worse you had forgotten your bra, your sweat having turned your dress shirt nearly translucent. You had to cover them up with your jacket, but they felt especially sensitive, just thankful no one noticed your lewd exploit at work. At least it was almost time to go home. You were certain you'd be able to have a sweet night and deal with some of this odd frustrations soon. Though there was that weird message saying you were turning into Elma.
You were Elma... weren't you?)
(So, feeling less bored?)
[Fuck off. Now I’m horny and I still have two hours to go here. God I wish my boss was just some dumb slut that’d allow me to do whatever I want right now.]
(Oh sure we could write that. How about Tohru?)
Normally you wouldn’t go for someone outside your faction, but that lewd dragon girl felt perfect for right now. And god you were unusually pent up. You’d have to run to the bathroom or something and muffle yourself at this rate! Seriously why’d he have to write such a story while you’re at work?
[Fine sure lets make my boss Tohru. But let me have some fun too since the loser who I was apparently just took it without question.]
(I just wanted to be accurate.)
[Fuck you!]
(Oh there’ll be time for that later I’m sure. Anyways, your boss came in, annoyed that you weren’t working, having heard you moaning with a fluster to his face. He seems upset. Describe him to me.)
“Elma! What do you think you’re doing?!”
Oh that was convenient, your boss was right here. Strangely you thought you’d feel more panicked at being caught at work like this, yet logging it in your phone felt more important.
[I stared at a balding, middle aged man in well tailored black suit that did little to help his stout frame look impressive. What little hair he had was brown. He stood in a frumpy position, yelling at his best worker like he could do anything without me.]
“A-Are you even listening to me Elma? What do you think you’re saying about me?! You fucking bi- I-I mean, wait no HR can back me up on this since you were jacking off at the work pla- NNGH ooh wh-what...”
(You heard the ding of a message, smiling as your boss began trembling in place. His cheeks were red, sweat wetting his body as he shifted from side to side, hairs shaving, wrinkles folding, their skin gaining a plush creaminess to it that just made you want to rub it, so you did. You rubbed the top of his balding head, feeling the new sprouts of hair as your hands massaged his malleable cheeks, the bone crunching and melting underneath as you made his shocked horror turn to moans, your touch erotic to him, your fingers sensually shaping his features to what you wanted as he shouted at you to get off, not knowing that’s exactly what you were doing.)
You jumped on your boss then, giggling as his moans rose under your touch, your hands pulling his sparse brown bowl cut into long, blonde locks, turning red near the tips as it kept growing and growing. It was so much fun to shape his face, to strangle him slightly for the long hours he forced on you.
“G-Get ooAAWWF M-ME!”
“Aww that’s what I’m trying to do boss, but I have to send a text back first so try to hang in there.”
You sent a quick message back, finding it hard to really see or feel much in his current attire.
[I watch as his pants dissolve against my thighs, opening into a mini skirt, the rest becoming sheer pantyhose, tight enough to outline everything, the perfect condom to enjoy his fading masculinity. {not done yet wait a bit}]
You grinned as you sent it, feeling his thighs proper decked in pantyhose, his cock flopping out as it tented up past the short miniskirt, definitely not company regulation, but nothing about this was. You teased it with your slit, plunging onto it with a pleased shriek as you rode his cock, typing while his hands scrabbled at you, their nails growing as they turned into a needy grip as you squeezed his balls with your thighs.
[It feels amazing to be in control, not that he deserves it, but it feels amazing to both of us as I fuck him, his resisting moans becoming more eager as the dragoness in him grows. With every thrust of my pussy I can feel his pathetic little worm recede, its home crushed by my thighs as I slam down. He’s growing ever closer to what I want now, his cute fang gleaming as his frame shrinks down, his hips, ass and thighs finally giving me something sweet to dig into as his resistance fades and I snack on her new body. {Alright finish it up for me I don’t think I’ll be able to write anything for a bit. Having fun.}]
(Understood. I’ll make sure to finish you two up then.)
“UNNGH FUUUUCK YES TOHRU!”
“OH GOoOD OHHH GAAAWWD E-ELMAAAA~!”
There was something so gratifying about feeling his cock get pulled by the pantyhose, its jerks growing less deep as it twitched against your labia, making you the one thrusting just to feel your clit grind it inside. Your hands grabbed his ass through the skirt, fingers brushing under the lips to caress his pantyhose clad skin as with every inwards thrust of cock, his lower half became plusher. Soon your thighs were joined by his as they squeezed his balls to nil, their cute fang flashing as they moaned needily, their eyes erupting in red and yellow lizard-like sclera as their ass swelled like a freshly warmed honey bun.
Or maybe it was like a boston cream, the warm, slimy cream erupting as you dug into their thickness, hearing a series of wet sloppy pops as their moans hit a fever pitch, their body jiggling under yours as their face could only be compared to a rabid animal in heat, your clit feeling wet as it ground against a balless cock. With another thrust you felt the pantyhose suddenly clench, a warm wet nothing between your lips as their hips shook in anguish, the heavy cream more corn syrup in its sweet, sticky clearness as your clits rubbed together. You were waiting for something, half forgetting what it was until the robotic beep of your phone reminded you.
(She struggles feebly under you, not out of dislike, but from the strength of the sensations, her tail thrusting out to fuck you better than any cock could, your thrusts now shaping her core as your cute Tohru gains some melonbreads of her own up top, your nipples brushing together as you both squeal. You love it, things having always been this way as you boss around your actual boss, showing just why you wear the skirt in the relationship as you squeeze all of the rest of his beer belly into a champagne flute, feeling her breasts swell under yours as you both finally cum.)
“ELMAAAAA~!”
“TOOOHHHRUUUUUU~!”
Moaning you fall off your new secretary, her tail sliding out as she convulses from ecstasy, the last few changes running through her as your submissive dragon girl cums into being. Looking over at your phone you send a thanks message over, even if reading it can’t compare to feeling the real thing.
“Sigh… Well that was fun at least. What’s left on my schedule before I can go home Tohru.”
She jumped up, eager to please her new boss as she flicked up fake glasses there just to make her look cute, her horns trembling with excitement.
“We have three mergers to go through, an order of paper supplies to send to middle management and our accountants wish to talk to you about how sweets don’t count as business expenses for the company.”
“Ugh, just kill me- THAT WASN’T AN ACTUAL ORDER TOHRU!”
You felt your heart rate slowly drop as she undid the massive fireball that was about to blast you, reminding yourself to train Tohru better for tomorrow. She probably shouldn’t follow EVERY last thing you said… Sighing you returned to your desk at the top floor, unsure why you were in the regular workers lounge, not that it mattered as you bitched to your friend on discord.
[Well thanks for the distraction, but back to work. Tomorrow’s gonna be even worse. Do you know how long merger talks take? And I have fucking three of them…]
(Hmm well why don’t you give me a list of girls you’d like to rp? I’m sure I can make those meetings be fun for you and whoever you’re merging with.)
[I am NOT doing perverted things while I’m conducting business!
...that being said, I mean if you want to do something for me to check on later…]
Smiling, you got to work, making up a list and excited to finish up work, knowing you’d have plenty of fun lewds to read the next day, unaware just how messy your meetings would be tomorrow once the fun really got started…
