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Shifting Paradigms in Corporate Best Practices 2

By Danath

Chet & Angela © Ursasoul

Continuation of sorts from https://www.sofurry.com/view/733301

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Chet scowled into his computer and tapped a few more notes from the last meeting into the document. He shifted on his hips. His rump ached, since he spent most of the phone call taking notes while sitting on his boss's huge erection.

The cheetah glanced at his notes. They were sloppy and uneven with splotches of cum causing the ink to run in places. Chet shuddered as he recalled the feel of the muscular rabbit's arm pulling him down, all while she nonchalantly spoke into the phone on an important conference call. Her other paw wrapped around his muzzle, quieting his moans as she pumped her thickness deep inside his fuzzy yellow and black-spotted rump.

He sniffed at his shirt and all he could smell were the buff bunny and the smoke from her constant cigars. He shuddered, nostrils flaring, remembering all the sensations that accompanied that scent. The other week he'd popped a boner in the middle of the street after getting a whiff of a cigar from someone walking the other way. It was like a trigger now, something he both desperately needed and couldn't stand.

Chet shivered and focused on typing. Angela wasn't in the office now, anyways. She'd taken a long lunch, then called in and said she'd gotten caught up in some waitresses and wouldn't be back. Chet, however, was stuck here until five, which was another three long hours away.

He printed the notes once he finished typing and walked awkwardly to the printer, collected and stapled the three pages together, then walked into the bunny's office. The room was very familiar to Chet, who spent a majority of his work week under the desk on or on top of it. Angela, recently promoted, spent a lot of her time on conference calls. She'd brought Chet along, keeping him as her assistant, and used him now more than ever.

The cheetah scowled as the muscular rabbit's scent tickled his nostrils. His cock, so recently spent, gave a little throb in his black slacks. The feline's ears twitched and he dropped the notes into the rabbit's "In" box. He'd already sent the digital copy to her email.

Another scent tickled Chet's nostrils, one that made his shaft go full chub in his underwear. The cigars.

Chet sniffed the air, nostrils lifting and flaring, leading him behind the bunny's desk. His shoes padded over the hardwood floor of the office, installed after the cleaning crew complained of the constant stains on the carpet, and he crouched down. The scent of the rabbit's musky package was strong under the desk, where Chet spent many hours on his hands and knees servicing the bunny boss's throbbing maleness. His cock stiffened up a little more as he remembered the feel of Angela's staff plunging down his muzzle. He shuddered and closed his eyes, refocusing his attention on the scent of the cigars.

He found them in the lower left drawer, which was unlocked. He stared at the box, studying the stenciled design carefully. The cigars were important, he knew, but how?

The cheetah's brain fuzzed over as he tried to remember. Angela hadn't always smoked cigars. He knew that for certain. In fact, she didn't used to be his boss. And she definitely didn't use to tower over him, half a foot taller, with huge arms and a thick maleness.

He struggled to think, to put the three things together, but his erection kept distracting him, making him groan and clutch at himself through his slacks. He leaned forward, inhaling the scent of the cigars. What was it... what was the connection... he felt he ought to see it and the maddening realization he couldn't figure it out fought for space with his growing arousal. If he called Angela, he could go to the restaurant and join in. Any pretense would do. He'd hate himself for it, but he needed to do it. His cock stiffened in his pants and he bit his lower lip, then ruffled his fingers over his fur, down his forearms. Chet undid the top button on his shirt and panted, huffing the muscular rabbit's scent along with the enticing smell of the cigars.

He moaned as his shaft throbbed in his slacks. Maybe he ought to smoke one of her cigars. She wasn't here anyways. And if she did it, it must be good. Well, at least for her it seemed good, because she always pounded him harder and longer when she was smoking one. The cheetah's fingers trembled as he reached into the box and plucked one of the cigars out. He held it in front of his nose, sniffing the dense, sweet scent of the tobacco. It was a large roll, over an inch thick, and nearly ten inches long.

Chet licked his lips. He'd tasted the cigars by proxy before. Sometimes Angela forced a lungful of smoke into him when she smothered his muzzle in hers. It always dazed him with the strong flavor and heat. His brain fuzzed even more and his erection pulsed. He tugged at his shirt, undoing more buttons, and rubbed a paw over his stomach, moaning as he inhaled the cigar's aroma again.

Angela would never notice a single missing cigar.

She wasn't going to come back tonight.

The cheetah's lips spread around the tip of the cigar and pressed tight. His teeth chomped down the way he'd seen Angela do it, and he spit the tip into the trash can next to the rabbit's desk. She had several packs of matches in the center drawer, which he used to light it.

Warm smoke filled the cheetah's muzzle. He sagged into the large office chair and exhaled slowly, letting out a low moan as he did. The intoxicating flavors of the unique cigars made him relax, while simultaneously filling him with energy. His heart thudded in his chest and he reached for his pants with both paws. The tip of the cigar glowed red as he pulled another draw into his muzzle.

He stroked his shaft slowly, with just one paw, and used the other to slide the cigar out of his mouth before blowing a cloud of smoke towards the ceiling. The cheetah smiled and leaned back, shivering with pleasure, feeling much better already. His rump tingled pleasurably instead of aching and his chest burned pleasantly from the rich smoke. He'd coughed his eyes out the first few times, but after getting the second hand treatment for so many months, he was used to it.

The cheetah's fingers smoothly stroked up and down his maleness, teasing the pink length from the crowned tip to the rigid base, where it disappeared into his fuzzy sheath. The feline's moans and purrs echoed through the room, bouncing off the drawn shades and closed door. The phone on Angela's desk rang. The cheetah bolted upright, as though coming out of a daze. He reached for the phone and answered it automatically.

"Angela DeForesta's office."

The cheetah's ears laid back. Had his voice always sounded so... girly?

"Yes, I'm calling for Ms. DeForesta about the conference call with Orlando next week."

"She's not in, but I can take a message." Chet coughed. "Excuse me."

He coughed again, but there was nothing wrong with his throat. He cradled the phone against his ear and scribbled a note on a pad of paper next to the phone, all while holding the cigar between his lips.

"Okay, I'll make sure she gets the message, yes."

The cheetah set the pen down and leaned back, grasping the cigar with his left paw. He froze when he felt something brush against his arm, though, and looked down at himself.

Chet was not the muscular type. As a cheetah, was naturally fit, if lean, and Chet never achieved much in the way of bulk, only tone. Now, however, something altogether different than pecs jutted out from his chest. The cheetah's lips clamped around the cigar as both paws dropped to the breasts sitting firmly on his chest. He rubbed his paws over the nipples, gasping smoke as the sensitive nips responded, hardening up against his fingers.

That hadn't been the only thing that changed during his dazed smoking session, he realized. The cigar itself was shorter by almost two-thirds and the cheetah's hips were wider. He could feel the armrests of the chair - designed for Angela's bulky, muscular figure - squeeze against his hips. Smoke poured from his nostrils as he felt his cock give a throb. The huge length rose upwards and flopped over his belly, now larger and thicker, reaching nearly up to the underside of his swollen chest.

The cheetah's eyes widened, but otherwise Chet didn't react much to such alarming changes. He took another long draw on the cigar, eyes rolling up in his head as the pleasure of the magic in the cigars continued their changes.

When Chet next opened his eyes, he was no longer thinking of himself that way. She was mostly female now, after all. Hadn't she always been? She grinned. It didn't matter. The cheetah stubbed the last inch of the cigar out into an ashtray on the bunny boss's desk. She stretched her arms over her head and twisted her shoulders, causing her chest to sway back and forth. The well-stacked cheetah moaned as her maleness gave a little throb. It was big, but nowhere near the bunny boss's impressive size.

Chet sighed. She wished Angela were here right now, especially when she reached between her legs and found a new female sex aching for something to fill it. She groaned and leaned back, tail curling under the chair as her heavy balls draped over her paw.

The cheetah giggled as her cock dribbled pre-cum over her chest, beads of it rolling down her thick pink nipples. When had she gotten undressed? She blinked a few times, trying to remember, but couldn't. She was usually naked in the boss's office anyways.

Chet leaned back in the chair, one paw working under her heavy nuts, the other stroking her pink maleness. She moaned and groaned, even growling deep in her throat as she felt her heavy breasts slosh around on her chest, the pair overall larger than Angela's, and coated in fine white fuzz.

The feline shivered, mid-stroke, before yelping and falling back as the door swung open. The haze of cigar smoke drifted through the air as Angela walked in and closed the door behind her. The rabbit's muscular thighs supported a meaty maleness, half-hard, hanging out down to near her kneecaps.

"Turns out those waitresses wanted more than the tip," she said, grinning. A moment later, though, her muzzle frowned as she took in the scene.

The cheetah froze in place, though her cock pulsed, spitting a blob of pre-cum across her right breast. The thick shaft ended in a fuzzy white sheath, now much stretched. "Chet? Chet! You smoked my cigars, didn't you?" Angela said.

The cheetah scrambled from the office chair and stood, cock jutting from her hips, dripping, breasts hanging down, obscuring part of her smooth, thin belly. Her wide hips jiggled, much more plush and broad than before, and overall lacking entirely the sort of muscle the bunny rabbit attained.

The former male blushed and pushed her cock down with both paws, trying to keep the throbbing member down against her thighs.

"I'm sorry! I didn't think you were coming back!" she said, pouting.

Angela paused. Chet had never pouted before. Had he? She? The muscular rabbit shook her head, then smiled, recognizing the familiar haze as the spell altered perceptions of the transformed feline. Yes, he had changed. She was now much improved.

Angela grinned and advanced until she was leaning over the table. Chet backed up in the wall behind, still trying to keep her cock down and succeeding only in getting pre-cum on her toes.

"If you wanted one of my cigars, you should have just asked," the rabbit said, flexing her muscular arms. "Since you didn't, now you're gonna have to pay for it."

The cheetah looked crestfallen for a moment, until realizing what form of payment Angela expected. The large rabbit hefted her maleness onto the desk and leaned forward, making sure her heavy balls joined her shaft on top of the desk.

"You're staying late," Angela growled. "Now get to work."

Chet shuddered and leaned forward, moaning cutely as her heavy breasts slid across the top of the desk. Her paws grasped at the bunny's thickness, lifting it up between her firm orbs. The cheetah's shaft bumped against the underside of the desk as she leaned over, pulling the rabbit's rapidly thickening cock into her deep cleavage.

Large paws wrapped around Chet's head, teasing at the feline's triangular ears. Chet opened her muzzle, moaning as the bunny's tip teased against her plump lips. Her hips wriggled behind her as she stretched her jaw wide.

"Oh, so eager," Angela said, her voice a low rasp as the feline's tongue splayed along the underside of her musky maleness. "Hand me one of my cigars, Chet." The cheetah squirmed as the rabbit's cock flexed into her cleavage, snug between her white-furred breasts. Her paw reached over and down, into the drawer, causing her muzzle to pull off the rabbit's stalk. She quickly grabbed one and leaned back forward, eager to feel the bunny's stalk stretch her muzzle again.

Angela stuck the cigar between her lips and smirked, thrusting her hips forward slowly as she lit the tobacco with a pack of matches kept in her jacket pocket. Chet's throat bulged as the bunny's muscular hips forced her cock deep. The rabbit had no hourglass figure like the much more feminine cheetah. Angela was a near rectangle of beefy muscle, save for the heavy breasts currently stretching outwards against the buttons of her shirt.

Cigar going strong between her lips, the bunny soon desired something more. Leaning over, she wrapped her paws around the cheetah's shoulders and dragged her forward, right over the top of the desk and down the other side, all with her pink stalk plunged firmly into the wriggling feline's throat. Manhandling the small feline, Angela grinned as she dug both paws into the formerly skinny male's much improved rump. Her paws sunk into the plush white cheeks, disappearing into the fur as she massaged the moaning cat. Chet leaned over the desk, breasts flattening against the top, cock hanging down between her thighs. Angela hot-dogged her cock through the cheetah's plump rump, shuddering as the feline wriggled back against her eagerly. "You're gonna... be working... a lot more overtime," the rabbit moaned.

Chet only giggled and clenched her cheeks around the rabbit's large stalk. Angela growled again, ears pointing forward, muscles flexing across her rippling backside, stretching the fabric of her business suit. Her stalk pulled back, curved slightly, then popped inside the cheetah's tail hole, filling the squirming feline immediately.

Chet cried out and clutched at the desk, hips clenching around the rabbit's thickness. Angela's claws, short and blunt, scraped over the cheetah's thick rump, dragging her ass down the maleness working its way in deep. Clouds of smoke drifted past the gasping cheetah's head, reminding her of the taste of the pilfered cigar she'd finished only a short time earlier. "Oooh, yeah... definitely an upgrade," Angela groaned, losing herself in the pleasure of the cheetah's rump wiggling around on her stalk.

The rabbit's paw reached out, grabbing the back of Chet's neck, She pulled her upright, thrusting hard now, grinding her shaft in to the hilt. One of Angela's paws reached around and groped at Chet's swollen mammaries, roughly rubbing the sensitive teat capping the plush mound. The cheetah responded with so much enthusiastic moaning that Angela's other paw joined in, molesting her other heavy breast. The rabbit switched the cigar from one side of her muzzle to the other as she blew smoke from her nostrils, enveloping the groaning cheetah in the sweet smoke.

The legs of the desk scraped along the floor when Angela shoved Chet back over the top of it and blasted her hips forward, bouncing off the cheetah's wide hips hard enough to make them jiggle and ripple. The muscular bunny grunted, sucking harder on her cigar, and tensed up, flexing her maleness deep in the tight feline's rump.

A few more strokes, then Angela's hips drew back. Chet moaned, mewling with need, tail lifted invitingly even as the bunny boss's thickness pulled free, inch by inch. Chet shivered, feeling suddenly empty, and lashed her tail back and forth, fingers wrapping over the edge of the desk as her hips moved back and forth tantalizingly.

"More! More!" she gasped.

Angela laughed and groped at the cheetah's hips. "So eager! Don't worry, you'll get more..."

The feline stiffened when Angela's slick shaft returned, only this time, it pressed against the cheetah's new female sex. The cat's black-spotted yellow pelt stretched as she flexed her arms out, stretching her legs and moaning, half pushing back onto Angela's thickness, half trying to pull away from the monstrous erection filling her virgin pussy.

"Oooh... that's it!" Angela moaned. Her teeth bit into the end of the cigar as she huffed, panting, inhaling and exhaling the rich smoke so quickly that the room filled, making Chet's eyes water.

The cheetah moaned into the desk, gripping the edge for dear life as the muscular rabbit's powerful legs propelled her maleness deep, again and again and again, over and over stretching and filling the cheetah until she was begging wildly for more.

Each deep stroke soon carried Chet over the edge of bliss, leading to a series of intense orgasms that made her seize up around the boss's stalk. Her legs buckled and she leaned into the desk, no longer able to support herself as another orgasm ripped through her. Chet cried out, gasping for breath. Her own maleness throbbed against the wooden side of the desk, spitting cum down the lacquered finish, enough that a growing pool formed on the hardwood floor beneath.

Angela's fingers gripped Chet's hips and pulled him roughly backwards, bottoming out. The bunny boss's balls slapped against Chet's fat thighs; a moment later, the rabbit came. Thick, warm seed flooded Chet's aching pussy, a new sensation for the changed feline. Her cock throbbed, smacking once more against the wood before gushing with seed, far more than before his cigar experience, painting the wood white in a river of seed.

Angela leaned over, her breasts flattening against Chet's narrow backside. The bunny's arms stretched around her assistant's chest, groping at her breasts again. The rabbit moaned happily as she emptied herself into the cheetah, loving how much tighter and warmer the post-cigar Chet felt. Though really... hadn't the big-hipped feline always been this svelte? Angela blinked, smiling, and squeezed at Chet's breasts again, enjoying the way her paws sunk into the firm fur and flesh. Easily beyond a triple-D, the bunny thought.

The rabbit's hips slid back and forth slowly, enjoying the action of the cheetah's hips clenching and milking her stalk. She reached into her jacket and pulled out a company credit card, then tossed it onto the desk next to the moaning cheetah's muzzle.

"Get cleaned up and go buy yourself some nice clothes," the buff bunny said, hips jerking forward. She smoothed the white fur on her forearms and grinned. "And send me pictures of everything you try on, especially the lingerie store. Got it?"

Though Chet's wet muzzle draped open, panting, she still managed an eager smile. "Yes, ma'am," she gasped.

Angela smirked. The new Chet was much more polite than sullen, spoiled Chet. She wiggled her hips again, shifting her thickness deep inside the cheetah, getting another loud moan of pleasure out of the feline. The rabbit's lips pursed, blowing a smoke ring towards the back of Chet's head.

"And if you're a really good assistant, and pick out really nice outfits, I might even give you another cigar..."

"Yes, ma'am!"

The end.