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The Annual Morphsuit Marketing Division All-Hands Conference

A SynTech Story

By Danath

Characters © Darwen

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The vice president of Morphsuit Research and Development tugged at his tie with his large, smooth fingers. The orca's wide muzzle stared impatiently out of the window of the elevator as his gaze shifted from his reflection to the sprawl of the city stretching away from SynTech Tower for miles into the distance. The twinkling lights of the nearby skyscrapers and other buildings - not a one of which could even come close to the tower's impressiveness - reminded the orca of just how late it was.

Darwen's black suit coat hung over his arm, leaving his muscular body covered only in the dark gray vest and pale peach button-up shirt beneath. The fabric clung to his beefy figure, well-tailored and form fitting. The massive orca's pectorals shifted under the vest and strained the buttons with each inhalation. The silver of his belt buckle shone in the overhead lights of the large elevator as it traveled slowly up the side of the tower towards the conference floor near the top. The orca smirked as he felt the buttons shift across his smooth white chest. He'd been looking forward to tonight's meeting for a long, long time. He'd cleared his schedule for a week afterwards just to recover.

The orca's smirk spread into a grin as he watched the numbers rise above the elevator door. Once a year, the entire morphsuit marketing division held an all-nighter in the conference center to discuss... strategy. Among other topics. And Darwen left no tail downturned in his quest for any good idea to sell more morphsuits. His tongue spread across his lips as he reached down and adjusted the more-than-prominent bulge in the front of his slacks. The thick ridge of his maleness fit snugly down the right leg, clearly shaped and outlined in the soft, flexible material of his dress pants and stretched silken boxers. He prepared for this conference for weeks and was ready to give the meeting everything he had, as evidenced by the clear, regular throbs of the meaty, half-hard length sliding every downwards towards his knee. Darwen bit his lower lip and winced as his thigh squeezed his heavy, dense balls - every little move made him shiver. Holding off wasn't in the orca's nature, and refraining from any sort of relief over the past three weeks set his teeth on edge, especially during last week's new employee training seminars. There was that cute little cheetah who'd practically begged for...

Darwen shook his head and straightened his back, steeling his resolve even as his prominent bulge strained against the reinforced seams of his tailored suit pants. A wet spot appeared, quickly forming dribbles of thick, clear pre-cum forced through the fabric by his aching semi. The meeting. He'd wait for the meeting, which was now so close he could smell it - or was that just his own excited musk?

The elevator finally reached the upper floor and let out a pleasant little ding. Darwen's smile spread into an open grin as he watched the doors slide open... only to flip into a sudden frown.

"Oh, don't tell me, Jezza..."

A pair of identical pangolins stood in front of the elevator doors. The sympathetic smiles she offered did little for Darwen as he swept his gaze over the room behind her - many dozens of otters milled about the reception area, many still wearing their costumes from the employee Halloween party earlier in the night. Even the pangotwins were dressed up in costume, though Darwen wasn't quite sure what to make of the swirling strands of denim fabric wrapped around her half-soft, half-scaled bodies, strategically covering her inner thighs and chests, but little else of her smooth fronts or armored backsides.

"Sorry, sir, but there's been a problem in the lab, and you're needed right away," she said in unison at the same speed, pitch, and tone. "Hopefully this won't take more than an hour or so, and we'll make sure the meeting is delayed for you."

Even as the pangolins spoke, Darwen could see a few otters leaving for the main conference center floor, leaving the reception area lacking in vampires, mummies, and other costumes. The stiffness in his pants throbbed, twitching, and a trickle of dark black wetness ran down the outside. His nostrils flared as a wash of otterish scent filled the elevator, stinging his nostrils. His pupils dilated, but his lower lips stiffened. Duty called.

The big male sighed and lifted his arms, putting his suit coat back on before tugging the lapels straight down over the vest.

"Alright, let's go."

The pangolins stepped inside the carriage and cast a long, hungry glance at her boss's pants before assuming a standing stance behind him on either side.

As the elevator began the long descent towards the SynTech labs, Darwen took another look out of the glass walls surrounding the elevator.

"Enjoy the party earlier?"

"Yes, I did," the pangolins said. "Though I had to explain my costume too much."

There was a pause, then the pangolins spoke again.

"Pair of jeans?" she said, twisting several of the strands of denim in her fingers.

Darwen rolled his eyes. He opened his mouth to respond, but the elevator jerked to a halt, bouncing them left and right as the sound of the brakes wrenched through the air. A red light flashed above, but Darwen's eyes were squeezed shut. The sudden bounce made his half-hard maleness scrape down his thigh, and the pressure felt very, very good after going dry the past three weeks. The orca leaned against the glass as the pangolins spread out, looking in the other directions towards the base of the tower. The lights flickered not just in the elevator, but throughout the entire building as, a few blocks away, an area of green lawn at least 30 feet across erupted in a shower of dirt and shrubberies. The ground rocked for a few sickening moments as a deep roar echoed from under the ground, and the huge, furry, dark brown paw retreated through the hole amidst a shower of debris.

"Oh - looks like they solved it," the pangotwins said. "I guess you weren't needed after all, boss. Boss?"

Darwen, on his knees, had both hands on his crotch. His face turned upwards, towards the full moon shining down over the tower. As the ground settled, the orca leaned forward, pressing his cheek to the cool glass. His breath condensed on the glass with each heady grunt as his face contorted with the effort of keeping his composure. His heart raced as he felt the growing need and lust surging through his body, then closed his eyes and moaned. The thick maleness bulging down the leg of his suit pants throbbed, even the veins outlined by the tightness of the fabric.

When the muscular orca's eyes opened again, they shone with a silvery light that faded quickly. The orca grunted and lurched to his feet, though he remained bent over, shoulders curled around. The pangolins, noticing that the orca was possibly in distress, took a step closer.

"Are you oka-"

The orca's shoulders flexed and his arms spread apart, stretching outwards. A deep, guttural roar filled the elevator as the red light continued to flash, illuminating the black and white head of the massive mammal. The suit coat split down the middle of the back, then tore from the shoulder to the wrist as Darwen's entire body stretched taller and wider in all directions, bulging and hulking with additional muscle and power. The orca growled and moaned, his voice deepening with each passing second as the clothes ripped right off his body, tearing into shreds that fell to the floor beneath his feet. Massive black toes peeled through the expensive shoes and dug into the carpet on the floor of the elevator as his tail stretched backwards, smacking fin-flat into the wall with a clap. The pangolins, standing on either side, backed into a corner each as the orca's smooth, muscular backside stretched even taller, with Darwen's head soon scraping the ceiling.

The orca's massively engorged legs turned slowly as the black suit pants split at the seams, allowing more and more tough, smooth black and white orcaflesh to bulge through, rippling with cords of dense muscle. As the pangolins stared, muzzles dropping open simultaneously, the orca's arms curled up on either side of his head. His back arched as he stuck his hips and chest forward while a trail of dark blue fur sprouted like a treasure trail. Running from upper sternum down to his crotch, the dense, shaggy blue fur was a shade lighter than midnight. The orca grunted again, bulging and flexing and twisting his body inside the increasingly cramped elevator as the fur surrounded the base of his maleness. The black stalk and white crown bounced half-hard over a massive pair of balls, enormous black-skinned musk generators that soon featured swathes of dark blue fur across the middle. Black spots appeared, giving the blue fur a pattern, as they bounced off the enormous orca's knees and shins. His eager grunts and groans echoed loud in the pangolin's ears as he reached out a paw and gripped his shaft. The tip swayed down near his ankles before he dragged it upwards by the foreskin. The shaft sagged out and down in the middle, too heavy and too soft yet to stand up straight. The fat urethra thrust forward as the orca's lips drew back into a snarl, lust overwhelming his brain as more dark blue fur sprouted from his armpits and stretched from within the cleavage of his beefy pecs like wings.

"B-boss?" one pangolin asked, nervousness causing the synchronization to temporarily falter.

"You o-okay?" the other asked.

Then, as one: "Quick, call someone!"

The pangolins fumbled for the elevator emergency button, but each dropped it as the orca's intense noises grew even more loud, and their nostrils twitched as the musky scent drove itself into their brains. Darwen's body surged, flexing with power, carrying his immense, bulky figure across the carriage to the corner. The orca's hand released, opening, letting the immense black stalk to fall forward, pinning the pangolin into the corner. His tail swept around, wrapping halfway around the other pangolin. Darwen spread his legs, snarling and growling now that his huge length squeezed forward, flattening the pangolin into the corner. The other pangolin disappeared between his thighs from behind, shoved between to pay attention to the orca's growing desires.

Rational thought, while normally one of Darwen's strengths, left him completely as the transformation continued to change him into a muscular, bestial version of himself, like something out of a great B-quality horror film. He grew into a half-furred beast of an orca, hung beyond belief and with a body that would put any average bodybuilder to shame. The elevator cart creaked, shifting on the cables as the ten-foot-tall-and-growing orca's hips pumped forward. The tip of his cock, a pure white crown, flexed against the glass after sliding over and past the pangolin's face, smearing her with pre-cum. The flesh of the massive arousal began to change, brightening up along the black stalk. The base expanded, fattening even thicker than before, spreading apart the orca's thighs as he leaned forward. The shaft tapered slowly towards the tip which slathered the window side to side, narrowing to a pointed tip as the entire length faded into a peachy pink shade. The tip flexed independently of the rest of the shaft, giving the bestial orca some prehensile control as his huge hands stretched out, wrapping around the pangolin and new orca-shaft at once.

The frotting could only satisfy Darwen so much. The were-orca's arms flexed, biceps bulging, as he shoved his hips forward, grinding his cock along the pangolin's soft, curvy, smooth front, squeezing the base between his recently fur-covered belly and the pangolin's smooth stomach, before sticking his hips backwards, making sure the pangolin kneeling behind was trapped face-first behind his heavy balls, getting facefulls of musk and sweat and fur as the black-skinned sac grew three, then four times the size of her head.

The pangolins both reacted with equal signs of arousal. Her synchronized dual-body personality meant sharing sensations as well as thought across two well-hung, busty pangolins, with long thighs, curvy backsides, and draping, armor-covered tails. The dark brown armor covered their backsides and formed sharp angles on their shoulders, while leaving their faces, front-sides, and inner thighs smooth and bare. Darwen shoved forward as she wriggled into his massive stalk, squirming against the urethra and shoving her feet down across his titanic sac. Her claws scraped over his smooth skin and dark blue fur, leaving furrows in the broad patches across his chest and belly creating the deep, wide treasure trail. With a grunt, Darwen pulled back, but only long enough to roughly hook his fingers under the pangolin's thighs. His thighs squeezed, clenching the other pangolin tight. She wriggled her hindquarters, both paws squeezed flat to the orca's broad, taut glutes, as the huge, over-muscled male dragged his shaft down the front of her shared body.

The pangolin's eyes widened even as her bulging maleness stretched outwards against the fabric of her costume. The orca's fingers dragged across her backside, both thumbs on her belly, squeezing her shoulders back against the glass as his hips retreated further. The semi-prehensile pink tip of the orca's tapered length shoved forward, followed by the rest of his bulk, causing the elevator car to rock side to side - though it would take far more than a single fully grown, thirteen-foot-tall were-orca to bring down the sturdily constructed people-mover. The pangolin's belly stretched as she let out a groaning cry cut short when the orca's hips crushed forward with even more power, unrelenting in his drive to find satisfaction. The blue-balled - literally - were-orca's face drooled over the pangolin's head as his clenched rump cheeks dragged the other forward as well, until the bulge of his thickness ran in a clear line up through Jezza's throat. She wriggled as the tip twitched and flexed, forcing a clear, thick precum to roll over her plump lower lip and down her chin. The were-orca grunted, dragged himself back a foot or so, then plunged in again, causing a chain reaction of desperate wriggling as the feeling of being filled so incredibly full transferred from one body to the other. Darwen's fingers squeezed, dragging Jezza up and down against the glass, as his heavy, hot breath washed across the top of her head. Her muzzle croaked open, occasionally releasing a gush of pre-cum while her nostrils were assaulted by the were-orca's musky, furry orbs between his thighs. Her hips clenched and clenched again as uncontrollable, lustful orgasms ripped through her, pushing her body to its limits and then some.

The were-orca stepped backwards, then spread his legs and grinned with bared teeth at the two pangolins - the one shuddering with her heady back, fully impaled on his massive length which was taller than she was, and the other, drenched in sweat and musk, furiously jerking herself off in her wet, ruined scraps of a costume. The remaining denim was plastered to her smooth front and armored backside, curling over and outlining her heavy breasts and thick thighs. The orca's hips pumped forward again as he pressed his arms down to the floor, letting his huge cock grind into the pangolin horizontally now, even as his eyes greedily flashed across her other, shared body. Her throat bulged each time as her shoulders crashed into his wrists, planted to stop her from simply popping off the massive arousal each time it pulled back. The were-orca's belly hardened, showing off the piles of muscle forming the big, round gut as it shoved forward, rocking the elevator again.

The pangolin beneath squirmed even harder as her muzzle opened again, only this time, the fat tip of the were-orca's cock shoved free of the other muzzle into the air. The tip, now fatter and lupine, released a splatter of seed that coated half the glass on one side of the elevator. Jezza's pink tongue wrapped around the shaft as it lurched free of her muzzle, squeezing and stroking as she employed the many feet of prehensile pangolin tongue available to her. Darwen's eyes squeezed shut as the powerful appendage milked his tip before the massive male's fingers grasped the other pangolin. Easily hauling her to her feet, the 13-foot-tall orca grunted and shoved his hips forward, dragging the bloated and sagging form of the pangolin with, as his fingers wrapped around her head. He shoved her face-first towards the tip, filling her muzzle and throat with the next pumping geyser of potent orca seed that blasted from his aching staff a moment later. Adding a second tongue to the mix made Darwen's heart beat faster as he held her with one single massive hand around her hips. The bestial, overgrown orca's guttural groans and lustful growls intensified now that he was able to fully satisfy every inch of his incredible girth at once.

What didn't drain out of Jezza's nostrils or throat ended up causing her stomach to hang down lower and lower with each deep, deep thrust, causing her twinned bodies to match in appearance once again. Both also displayed the orca's tremendous girth as he flexed again, fully hard, so hard that the tip couldn't move around quite as freely as before. The were-orca's roars of pleasure bounced off the glass as a wave of seed flooded Jezza's face-down body, blowing up her belly like a beach ball. Her weight dragged his massive shaft forward, slapping her thick rump cheeks against the glass and pinning her as he dragged his hips back with a lurching, wet grind. The tip pulled out of Jezza's upper body and into her lower, first blasting between her spread lips before sinking back down into her throat and belly.

Jezza's tongues wrapped together, squeezing and curling and coiling until they formed a tight tube that kept their muzzles held together. The pangolin's eyes squeezed shut, her cheeks bulged, and her breasts sagged, filling and jostling with milk as the orca's power, musk, and seed overwhelmed her bodies. The pangolin's thick malenesses fired off, though even her large loads paled in comparison to the drenching fountains of were-orca jizz stretching their bellies.

A few pumps left the pangolin's lower body surging with seed, flooded to the brim, sagging forward until her belly flattened to the floor between her spread thighs, pinning her seizing shaft beneath it. Jezza closed her eyes, overwhelmed as she came harder than she could ever recall, with her lips smashed up against her own lips in the most insane way she could imagine, as Darwen's hips surged back forwards, driving straight through her again - and into her own eagerly awaiting throat. The sensation of being so fully penetrated, filled from both ends and then some, sent waves of pleasure down her spines, amplified and reinforced as the orca's fingers slid wetly across her scales. Her belly gurgled as her throat convulsed around the fat pink tip, which was still thicker than her wrist despite being the very thinnest part of the oversexed, oversized orca's cock.

The elevator cart rocked side to side as the red light continued to flash. The orca's breath misted the glass as even more steam rose from the growing sea of thick white spooge covering the floor. The humidity increased, further fogging the glass, as the heat of such forceful fucking and intense labor raised the temperature of the air around Darwen's 13-foot-tall, massive body. Before long, Darwen's thighs thrust through a deepening ocean of liquid spunk, and the tide showed no signs of slowing as Jezza found herself disappearing into the sloshing elevator.

Then the light turned green. The pangolin could just see it over the top of the rising seed, and she could feel the elevator motion begin again. The building must be returning to normal operation, she thought. But there was nothing normal about the way the orca was operating on her...

When the elevator returned to the floor from where it originated, as was programmed during an emergency, a crowd of otters from the marketing division gathered, gawking at the entirely white insides of the glass elevator from the side windows. They pointed as the lights flashed green above the door, and many shifted to the sides as the sliding doors slowly pulled apart.

A giant tidal wave of pungent orca seed rolled free, hundreds upon hundreds of gallons, maybe thousands. The white tide caught many of the nearest otters washing their feet from beneath them and carrying them across the reception area. Squeaks and squeals echoed through the office as the flood sloshed across the room, leaving the glistening, muscular figure of were-orca along in the elevator - and the two pangolins hanging stuffed and loaded from his monstrous arousal.

The were-orca's nostrils widened, taking in the variety of otterish scents in the air. His toothy grin expanded and his chest heaved, rapidly breathing as his excitement rebuilt all over again. The pangolins gurgled as the were-orca dragged first one, then the other free, working his incredible thickness free until the pink tapered length arched forward, bobbing above his thighs. Dropping the pangolins together on their backs, the were-orca crouched down beside them, possessively placing a broad paw over each swollen stomach. The pangolins gurgled, both fountaining seed into the air, which proved all the distraction the were-orca needed. As soon as the otters closest by looked up at the twin fountains in disbelief, the massive, muscular orca pounced, trapping and dragging half a dozen squealing otters against his magnificently engorged body, keeping them squirming down along his treasure trail and between his huge thighs.

Arching his back as his cock spread open the first of many otters he'd fill that night, the were-orca's head tipped back and he roared, filling the room with his deep braying. Musk-addled otters crawled closer, aroused and just as needy as the were-orca. The moon shone through the windows as ropes of seed exploded from Darwen's arousal, filling and then some the otter beneath him, even as his paws and tongue went after the next. His body glistened, muscles bulging, fur shifting damply across his smooth and musky body as the meeting finally got started...

EMPLOYEE MEMO

from the desk of CEO Darwen

Annual Marketing Retreat Report

The Morphsuit Marketing Division compiled the following statistics after this year's weeklong all-staff brainstorming and development conference. Congratulations on a great bonding experience! SynTech values each employee's individual contributions and appreciates all employees rescheduling to accommodate the enhanced schedule. Here are some key statistics from the event:

• Attendees: 844

• Sandwiches eaten: 9,809

• Clams cracked: 29,989

• Drinks served: 18,210

• Developable marketing strategies acquired: 294 (new record!)

• Conference-related maternity leave requests: 214

• Material damages to conference center: $308,211.69

Elevator Repairs

Due to ongoing repairs, the southwest elevator is still out of service. Contrary to rumors, overexposure to moonlight was not found to be the cause of the transformation-related damage, but rather, a savage case of blue balls. SynTech Safety would like to remind all employees of MMD to report directly to Director Darwen at the first signs of this dangerous condition.

Special Announcement

Due to the popularity of the yearly morphsuit marketing retreat, the event will now be held quarterly.

The end