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The New Member of the Staff

By Danath

Characters © Iris

Written during Freebies Vol. 86: Open Menu Edition

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Content warning: CTF (non-perma)

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The company conference room was packed full, with every seat taken. Dozens more employees tuned in from their desks, watching on closed circuit video feed for the important meeting to begin.

After all, it wasn't every day that people suddenly found themselves working for SynTech, but the massive corporation swooped in and bought out the company, leaving the future of all its employees in limbo.

One of those employees was Max, one of the company's most recent hires for the management team. Somewhere between office grunt and executive, Max's days were spent putting out fires, working with HR, and developing new policies and procedures to make the company run smoothly. Most of the more experienced managers took advantage of him to dump their work onto his shoulders, and the pine marten slumped forlornly in his seat as he wondered whether the SynTech acquisition would mean even more hard work.

Max was tall and narrow, with the proportions of a stick of asparagus. Small, tan ears sat atop of a dark brown face with a pair of dark black eyes and a short muzzle. Creamy white fur wrapped around his neck, extra thick and fluffy, before disappearing into the neck of his button-up shirt and suit coat. Like the rest of the company's employees, he dressed formally on the clock. Owing to his life as a desk jockey, the pine marten wasn't muscular, though he hadn't let himself completely go to pudge like some of the other people he worked with - yet. He was definitely getting plump.

Perhaps the pine marten's most distinctive feature was simply how long his belly and torso were. His legs were, by comparison, almost laughably short. Running full speed took a lot out of him because of how hard he had to work to keep his balance. His arms hung above his hips, proportionally the right length but, because of his lengthy body, appeared shorter than they should be. Getting suits that fit was a real hassle.

The hubbub around him quieted down fast once someone stepped on the stage. Every employee of the company who still cared about their paychecks leaned forward, tense and nervous, as a red-headed, white-furred wolf stuck her face from behind a curtain set up next to the podium. She glanced around and, satisfied the room was quiet and paying attention, stepped out from behind and approached the microphone.

There was a general gasp and a rustling in the audience. Max certainly sat up a lot straighter when he realized the wolf's legs were just forelegs, and that the taur's long, thick underbody was being supported by a wide, powerful set of hind legs as well. A coat of deep, fluffy white fur covered her body, though the pink blouse and black jacket she wore over her upper body hid some of it from view. The taur, like many nowadays, wore nothing on her lower half, and Max couldn't help but ogle the large, plump white sheath dangling from the bottom of her taurhalf. He could even catch glimpses of a heavy, swollen pair of white balls bouncing and jiggling between her fetlocks.

The wolftaur's upper torso turned to face the audience as her lower half sat down. Peering out at the crowd above the overly large swells, four in total, occupying the front of her suit coat, she took a moment to pull a pair of glasses from her pocket before reading from a piece of paper.

"Hello! My name is Iris, and I'm one of SynTech's corporate acquisition consultants!" she said. "I'm here to make sure the transition to becoming a SynTech company goes smoothly. Now, the first thing you all want to know about: there won't be any layoffs, though we are offering buyout packages that are extremely generous. Second, yes, the company will be moving to SynTech Tower. Now, on that point..."

Max didn't listen to a word of it. The wolftaur was perfectly businesslike, of course, with nary a strand of hair or fuzz of fur out of place on her sleek, shiny pelt. The wave of red hair flowing between her enormous white ears looked perfectly appropriate, and as she spoke, Max could see her long red tongue and the strands of saliva gripping her powerful white teeth. The pine marten squirmed and crossed his legs.

His eyes went lower. His muzzle opened as he watched the sitting taur's forelegs shift apart, casually, to get a better footing, but at the same time, opening a gap between them that Max used to stare straight to her hind legs. The pine marten's eyes went wide as he studied the girth. It was clearly flaccid, but easily thicker than both of his wrists put together, and even sitting still, the fat, plump sheath continued to bob gently side to side, dragged by the heft and weight of the constantly churning, swelling, and shrinking sac now draped across the floor between her hind feet.

Max bit his lower lip. Just how perfect could she be, he wondered? He kept staring, amazed at her fluffiness, her size, the double-up breasts squeezed into her suit coat, the confident way she addressed a crowd of total strangers...

Several members of the crowd got up to leave.

"...buyout offers in your emails, and please think of SynTech fondly in the future!" Iris said. "We'll also provide references, of course."

Around half the room left, maybe a bit more, but were replaced by people coming into the meeting who were watching on the video feed. The wolftaur's muzzle broke into an even wider grin as she surveyed the remaining employees - Max included, he realized. What was that about a buyout package? Should he have taken it, he wondered? But then he got distracted by the wolftaur's cleavage again, and any thought of abandoning his post at this point in time seemed laughable.

A thrill went up the pine marten's long spine when he realized the wolftaur's bright eyes were piercing his own. Her red tongue slipped out and dragged across her black lips, just beneath the moist black nose at the end of her snout, and then she turned her attention to someone else nearby. Max shivered again, and realized he was fully aroused and showing it in the front of his suit pants.

C'mon, Max, he thought to himself, get it together! He'd seen taurs before, after all. It wasn't like it was so uncommon. Sure, she was hung, and her suit coat struggled to contain everything up top, and he'd had dreams about meeting taurs as big as her...

Iris started talking again, going over the various perks available to SynTech employees and answering questions. Max just stared, his muzzle wide open, watching the fur shift across her flanks, splay from the cleavage showing through the open buttons on her upper torso, watch the huge claws stroke slowly across the stage floor...

"Very well. I'll arrange meetings with all of you to discuss your future roles in the company, or possible transfers to other divisions. There are lots of openings throughout SynTech at the moment."

The wolftaur's white-furred head swiveled and locked onto Max's eyes again.

"Let's start with... you."

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The old boss's office was already radically different. The walls were painted, there was a new taur-sized standing desk, and the SynTech logo hung in a massive place of prominence on the wall behind. Max looked around at the paintings and still-lifes on the walls, including a few photos showing the enormous taur skiing, skeet shooting, playing basketball, and engaging in other athletics. The pine marten then turned his attention back to Iris as she strutted around the desk and sat down. Her haunches spread, and her heavy sac spilled across one of her large clawed hind feet. The pine marten held his paws in front of his hips respectfully, or at least, he hoped it looked that way. In reality, he was trying his best to will down the erection throbbing in his loose slacks.

Iris's claw tips danced across the elevated keyboard, and the transparent floating screen shifted, showing Max's headshot from his company identification as well as a slowly scrolling list of other information.

"Hmmm... let's see..."

Iris's eyes scanned the page as Max stood in front of the desk. There were no chairs in the room - taurs didn't tend to think about that sort of thing. There was no front wall, as the "desk" was really just two wide legs on either side with a clear glass plate attached. The desk could lift and lower to any height, and easily carry the few items aboard - keyboard, mouse, pawpad reader, and the like. That meant Max could look all he liked while Iris researched him. And look he did. His eyes fixated on her long underbelly. He wondered what it would feel like to rub through all that thick, luxurious white fur and feel it tickle and tease down his body. To really dig his claws in and feel the smooth hairs slide across him, tickling and teasing him until he... until he... The pine marten tried not to sway his lengthy upper body as he licked his lips to clean up the drool that mysteriously appeared on his short chin.

And then there was the scent. He couldn't really smell her in the conference room, but now, his nostrils twitched and spread open furiously, inhaling the musky, appealingly sharp wolven scent. He felt his arousal pulse and drew in a sharp breath as the intoxicating smell set off a fresh wave of needy longing in his belly.

The taur's body shifted as she adjusted herself to a more comfortable position. Her hind legs stretched outwards casually and her forelegs crossed in front of her as she settled down on her side. Iris's upper torso twisted around just a little, enough to face Max, while the desk automatically tracked her eye height to adjust accordingly with a gentle whirr. Her long lower body straightened out somewhat, but her hind legs pressed together. This pushed her heavy sheath and balls forward, letting them spill across the area rug under the desk with a bounce and bobble that sent all sorts of signals firing from Max's brain straight to his fully hard erection. The pine marten swallowed hard. Was SynTech casual really this casual? Or was she trying to tease him? Quick glances up at the attractive wolftaur's face showed she was still reading and, apparently, not paying him any mind.

Max felt awful. He'd known his boss for all of twenty minutes and he was lusting over her like this? He would get fired for sure. The pine marten swallowed hard again and stiffened his shoulders up, then straightened the slight curve in his back. He lifted his gaze upwards to look at the wolftaur in the eyes - once she was done reading - but kept his thighs clamped tight beneath the slacks. Wet warmth seeped down the inside of his thigh as he trapped his hard cock between his legs to hide it. He didn't want to get fired!

"Well, you have an impressive list of accomplishments in such a short time," Iris said at last, turning to Max. "I'm impressed by your organizational aptitude. Despite being given additional tasks by other managers, you still managed to stick to both your timetables and theirs. Excellent efficiency."

The pine marten swallowed hard again, ears folding over. He'd been imagining pawing at her body and grabbing at her naughty bits, and here she was complimenting him on his business acumen. The narrow-shouldered male nodded, but inside he felt even more like a heel.

"Let's see... takes initiative on new policy implementation... increased payroll office efficiency by three percent... managed several dozen workers daily with one of the highest productivity and retention rates in the company..."

Max almost blushed as he listened to the compliments.

"Are you sure that's all in my file?" he asked, tail twitching. His last employee evaluation had not gone nearly this well.

"I'm reading between the lines," Iris said, flicking a wrist dismissively. "The former owners of this place and their stooges sure liked to build themselves up. No wonder all the good executives got out after a few years."

Max stiffened. This was news to him. He thought the long-term company core leadership meant the place was stable. And in a way, it was, he figured, but only for them.

"Fortunately, that won't be a problem. SynTech rewards... hard... workers," the wolftaur said. "And from what I see here, Mr. Fichteneck, you're a very hard worker."

Max tried not to read anything into that comment, or the way she pronounced his unfamiliar last name, or the way her eyes suddenly slid down his long torso and belly that made all of his senses stand on end. He felt very small, despite his length, as the wolftaur's big, sharp fangs appeared in a smile.

"Now, just a few quick questions, Max. You don't mind if I call you Max, do you ?"

"N-"

"Excellent. Now, you saw everyone leaving during the conference. They'll be offered buyouts and relocations to the company's midwest branches, but like I said before, the main branch will be moving to SynTech Tower," the wolftaur said. "I assume since you stayed, you'll be interested in relocating with the company as well."

Then she told him what he'd be making. His eyes snapped from her chest to her face with a bit of startled guilt that quickly passed as the number sunk in.

"Wait, what?"

"Well, that's assuming you accept the position, and if I decide to give it to you," the wolftaur said, grinning even more widely as she accented a few of the words a little more strongly than others in a way that made Max's loins burn. "So... are you interested in relocating?"

"Yes."

"The reason the job pays so well is that it's a 24/7 on-call position," the wolftaur said. Her red tongue appeared and the lustful gaze returned, just for a moment, before her serious, businesslike demeanor reasserted itself. "While the hours would generally be 40 to 50 a week, there would be no set schedule, and some days you will be required to work mandatory overtime."

"I mean... for this amount of money, that's totally fair," Max said. And it was. Besides, he already worked more than 50 hours a week currently.

"As an additional perk, your housing will be provided and paid for by SynTech, as well as your transportation costs."

"This just keeps getting better and better!"

"If you accept the position, I'll be your direct supervisor and the acting CEO of the company during the merger into the SynTech corporate structure. In other words, you'll be my direct subordinate and assist me with carrying out my duties as CEO."

"It sounds... important..."

"It is. Very important, and that's why I need someone from this company who's reliable, but not reliant on the old way of doing things."

The wolftaur's shaggy white pelt shifted again, and Max had to bite his lower lip when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the wolftaur's leg squeeze across her swollen, round balls.

"And finally, Mr. Fichteneck," Iris said, her voice dropping much lower, adopting a very unbusinesslike sultriness, "accepting the position means we'll be working together extremely closely."

The wolftaur leaned forward, looming in front of the pine marten. She grinned down into his beady black eyes and narrow muzzle, then licked her lips again, making the marten squeak in a mix of intimidated eagerness.

"You might even say... intimately..."

The wolftaur's paw slid up her suit coat, between the sides of the shirt, and pulled the buttons loose, leaving only the suit coat's single button to hold her double-up bosoms in check. Max stiffened, barely breathing, as she leaned in closer yet, her muzzle hovering over his head, between his small ears. The pine marten's small nose poked into the wolftaur's cleavage as she let out a small predatory growl that made the pine marten's head spin.

"Of course, you can resign your position anytime, though I'd appreciate a few weeks' notice, if possible."

Max shuddered. Resign? Why would he ever want to stop working for a gorgeous, stacked, well-hung wolftaur? Impossible!

"So what do you say, Max? Want to join me... as a member of my staff?"

Max's small, dark-furred head blurred with the speed he nodded "yes." The wolftaur smirked and wrapped a paw around the back of his head. Max gasped and closed his eyes as she shoved him into her cleavage, dragging his head up and down between the upper and lower pairs. The suit coat button broke, and her shirt and jacket pulled away, revealing the glossy white pelt sweeping over her heavy breasts. Besides the wide black nipples capping her four large, teardrop orbs, an additional two pairs of black nipples poked from her upper torso's belly beneath the heavy orbs, just as hard and aroused as the upper ones. Her wide, shaggy white tail swept side to side with excitement as she clutched the squirming, narrow, wiggly pine marten closer, even wrapping one of her forelegs around his hips to draw him in closer still.

"I knew the moment I saw you in that conference room you'd be the perfect fit for this job," Iris grunted. Her foreleg squeezed the pine marten's hips close so that his hips rubbed against the spot where her two halves joined and the thick ruff of white fur there. "I could smell your excitement... and you weren't listening to a word I said."

Max wasn't listening now, either, and it took the wolftaur dragging him out of her cleavage by the ear to stop his wiggling.

"Now, Max, there's just one last question before I decide whether to give this job to you," she said, fangs flashing. "Think carefully, because it's a very important question."

Flushed and hot with tousled headfur, the pine marten just nodded.

"Here's the last question, Max," the wolftaur said. "How do you feel about big, hard, dripping taurcocks?"

The pine marten looked down. Between his calves, the twitching, broad flared tip of an equine girldick drooled onto the floor. White paws grasped at him suddenly, and he found himself pushed onto his backside. The bulk of the wolftaur's white belly smothered him, but the huge, midnight black shaft was there as well, sliding and dripping across his squirming stomach, stretching under his shirt, rubbing over his hips and thighs. Max moaned as he wrapped his arms around it and pulled it close, groaning as it pulsed and flexed against his elongated torso.

Heavy white paws stamped the floor as the huge shaft jerked. Iris moaned and leaned back on her haunches, both paws rubbing and sliding across her bare breasts as a thick splurt of clear pre-cum splattered out from underneath her, followed by some eager gurgles and groans. The pine marten's short tail flipped and flicked across a few inches of the white wolftaur's huge sac, but little else of him remained in view as she draped herself down around him fully. Iris didn't even bother moving - she just closed her four legs together to keep the small, long male somewhat pinned and then enjoyed the wriggling.

He squirmed right out of his clothes in the dense, lush underfur. The heavy, hard onyx length throbbed against his stomach and chest. Her legs pressed tight as he opened his muzzle and extended his tongue, slathering the fat, blunt tip until her haunches flexed, pumping, rewarding him with a few thick splurts of rich, musky pre-cum. It was all Max could do not to cum right there as he felt her heavy, warm sac draping around his hips. She was so big... so musky... so productive!

Max's world spun around. Fresh air, unfortunately, replaced the deep, rut-driven musk surrounding him as he sprawled across the taurwolf's belly. His legs and arms hung down the round sides of her taur half as she leaned her torso up and grabbed at his shoulders with her paws.

"But first... we'll need to get you the proper equipment..."

Max spun again, this time rotating and sliding on his belly and chest over the fat, warm urethra throbbing against his taut pelt. He moaned as fingers dug into his thighs, tugging him backwards, dragging him down her length until the fat, blunt head drooled in front of his muzzle. He looked over his shoulder and gasped as he saw the taur curled up, a fang-toothed grin stretched across her lupine features. She held one of his thighs in each paw, clenching her fingers and digging them in before her long red tongue draped out over her chin. Curling forward just a bit farther, her heavy breasts all squeezed together by her belly, and Max's eyes widened. Warmth engulfed his entire short pink cock and balls, and a powerful tongue washed them with thick, sticky saliva.

Max squirmed and twisted, but no matter how he wriggled, he couldn't escape the incredible warmth, tightness, friction. The fat, dark girlcock batted against his open muzzle, and then he let out a huff when Iris's forelegs wrapped around the back of his skull and pushed.

It was unusual to 69 a taur, Max thought, as the huge stalk stretched his lips wide and opened his throat. Iris was certainly flexible, though.

Not flexible enough, even with a long and narrow male like Max, and the wolftaur's tongue pulled away from his dripping maleness as she shoved him down further. Her shoulders fell back, and instead Max's hard arousal flexed in between her cleavages, dragging back and forth as she slowly worked her thick wolfdick deeper into his stretching throat.

Her loud growls and eager whines filled the room. Max's ears twitched as he realized it was him making her sound like that, even if he wasn't doing much of the work. Her huge forelegs kept shoving while her paws groped at his rump and thighs, urging him to swallow more, more, more of her down his long, spindly body. His belly and chest bulged in equal measure as his eyes, clenched shut, jostled side to side. The wolftaur moaned even louder as she shoved him hard, willing him down the fat, throbbing shaft until her plump white sac rebounded off of his face and closed eyes. His entire belly distended outwards all the way up his throat to his jaw. Drool and pre-cum mixed as the enormous wolftaur's eyes closed and she bucked, thrusting upwards, wiggling the huge length side to side as the pleasure increased more and more.

"MMmnnnfffff... oooh... yes! Ahhhhh... so tight!" Iris gasped, losing what was left of her professional demeanor as the squirming pine marten's whole body tensed. "Nnnngggghhh... oooh... I'm gonna... gonna..."

A pair of huge hind feet got behind the pine marten's skull. Cum splurted from his nostrils and his cheeks bulged fatter than ever with the huge flood that arrived a moment later. Iris's tongue flapped over her plump lips as she closed her eyes and crooned with pleasure.

"Cuuuuuuuuuum!"

Iris leaned back, moaning, both hands full of her heavy breasts as a red flush swept across her muzzle. The pine marten's entire body flexed off of her taur half up into the air to a forty-five degree angle before the huge, potent load of seed bloated his stomach and forced him back down. As quickly as he could drain the fat wolftaur cock pumped more in, and his stomach sloshed and wobbled into the white underfur.

Max wasn't sure if he was cumming or not. It was so hard to tell amidst the gallons of thick, sticky taurseed if any of it was his. His paws stretched out, holding onto his large, formerly mostly flat belly, as the slight pudge he had before turned into a full-on potbelly. His stomach rounded like he'd swallowed a particularly sloshy watermelon whole.

The feet around the back of his head relaxed. There was a loud lupine sigh, and the bristling white fur settled somewhat as the huge length began to soften. Slowly dragging itself free of his body while he milked it for every drop, the enormous length gradually retreated.

Max wasn't about to complain about the thorough muzzlepounding, but as the warm glow of her seed made him slosh and roll around beneath her, he had to wonder if this was what she meant by the right "equipment."

It turns out, it wasn't. Iris growled again and reached out, grabbing and pushing the swollen pine marten, dragging him up by the thighs again. His belly went taut as he flexed, gasping, cock trembling, his whole body on fire as the overwhelming seeding began to change him.

His short fur didn't change color, but began to length in certain places - the ruff around his neck, around the base of his tail, and down the center of his chest and stomach. His lips parted, and his pink tongue stretched out longer and thicker, almost too much to fit back inside before his jaws cracked and widened, stretching into a more lupine profile.

Powerful white paws grasped his thighs and dragged his hips back over the heavy wolftaur's breasts. He moaned and squirmed, then tensed when he realized how much higher pitched his voice was. Max couldn't think about it for long, because the wolftaur's angular muzzle was shoving between his spread rump cheeks, and the tongue shoved forward...

Max's shoulders snapped back. His full belly wasn't quite as full anymore, though he didn't appear to be leaking from his muzzle still. His eyes opened in shock as he felt the tongue invade the warm, tight passage of his new vagina. The aching walls were already slick with need as the bright red wolftongue slurped deep and straight. The pine marten's body twitched as he wriggled - or rather, she wriggled, because as his torso shifted back and forth across the half-hard onyx girlcock beneath her, the pine marten's chest inflated, growing rapidly from flat to A-cup, then B- and C-cup. A second pair began growing in underneath as her belly continued to squeeze tighter, less and less round by the moment as both pairs of heavy breasts swelled in larger, fuller, stacking on top of the increasingly girly and wolfy pine marten. Even her ears grew larger as they flicked rapidly, and her intense squirming ended in a howl of pleasure that ripped from her throat as the tongue sent her over the edge.

Max didn't have time to enjoy the new kind of orgasm, though, because the fat pink tongue dragged free with a slurp, and then she rolled over onto her back. The huge wolftaur's legs spread around her shoulders and thighs as the half-hard stalk thickened up again between her shoulder blades.

"Nnnfff... normally the onboarding procedure... requires at least a few... mmmph... hours between steps," Iris growled between huffs. Her legs shifted, sliding her growing arousal across the moaning, wriggling, pine marten-wolf hybrid's increasingly curvy, plump backside. Trickles of seed and pre rolled down her sides as she pushed herself back into Iris's warm thrusting. "I just can't help but speed things up with you, though!"

Claws latched into Max's hide. She didn't complain as her now top-heavy body was dragged backwards, because she could feel the heat approaching and welcomed it. Her aching pussy clenched and the incredible heat rippled through her limbs. Max's tongue lolled from her muzzle as she leaned onto her forearms, breasts flat to the floor underneath as her hiked hips compressed into her stomach, making her long frame much shorter as the huge wolftaur shaft pushed in deep.

"Ahhhhh! Yessss!" Max gasped.

Max wiggled and whined, wave after wave of orgasmic lust making her wetter than she thought possible. Her own cock pulsed, firing shots of pre-cum each time Iris wiggled herself forward, filling her deeper, fuller, invading her womb and flooding it with potent, fertile seed. Max's stomach bulged for a second time, and as the fat tip stretched more and more, the hybrid's thick hips and thighs clenched again and again. With her arms pinned to her sides by Iris's forelegs and the heavy weight of the wolftaur's huge white sac smacking off her backside, there was nowhere for Max to go to escape the deep, lustful thrusts and lunges as the wolftaur moaned and growled, spilling seed everywhere in her haste to pump as deep as she could into the tight, long former male beneath her.

And soon to be former bipedal employee, at that, Iris thought, smirking as she watched her full length finally sink in up to the root. Max thought she endured it all, managed to take the wolftaur's full glorious length, but then the big taur tensed up and shivered. A huge ball of flesh ground forward against Max's stretched pussy lips, and she let out a cry as her shoulders shoved forward against Iris's forelegs. Her long torso and belly scrunched up like an accordion as the knot forced its way into her, stretching her open as she gasped and squealed and clenched, helpless before the sheer size, thickness, and power of the wolftaur's assault. Max's nostrils flared with the continuing musk that poured from Iris's pelt, and she closed her eyes tight as she felt her body finally giving out, unable to put up the resistance any longer.

"Ahhhhh!"

Both wolftaur and wolf-marten cried out as the latter was thrust forward and lifted entirely off the ground. Max's arms and legs swung as her belly distended around the huge knot, only for the outline to disappear when Iris's howl of lust rang out even louder than Max's. The wolftaur's second load was no less impressive or messy than the first, with the exception that the huge, sensitive knot refused to let a single drop escape.

"Oh, wow," Max gasped. "You feel so good..."

"I could... mmmffff... say the same!"

Max's muzzle opened in low moaning croons as she felt her heavy breasts flop and wobble side to side. Her shoulders bounced off of the taur's underbelly as her head hung between the big wolftaur's forelocks. Her pelt, now mostly shaggy, stretched and splayed as her body distended around the huge, aching girldick inside of her. Her flooded womb and pussy clenched despite that as she struggled not to completely lose her mind at the sheer pleasure of being carted around by the knot under Iris's body.

"Ahhhh... finally!" Iris grunted. She rolled over and stood up, both first squeezing Max and her plump chest into the floor before dragging her off of it as her huge shaft flexed. "The second part of the onboarding takes a few hours. You'll receive the rest of your company issued equipment once it's done."

"Once what's dogllrrgh!"

Max tried to speak, but her high pitched voice ended in a series of glubs and gurgles. She shuddered and moaned as her paws, still trapped against her swollen sides, wiggled desperately. More gushes of thick white seed bubbled past her lips and rolled down her chest, dripping from the fat nipples bouncing around underneath as Iris walked over to her desk and grabbed a tablet computer. The wolf-marten hybrid felt the heat inside of her grow, and realized that even with the knot considered, she wasn't sliding around a single bit. It was like she'd been super glued around the wolftaur's veiny, warm girldick.

Max closed her eyes. She tried to moan, but only silent gushes of thick seed poured from her lips. She tried to open her eyes. They wouldn't open. Normally that would scare her, at least make her a bit frightened, but that's also when she started to feel an overwhelming, deep-seated heat that made her own passions seem miniscule in comparison. It was coming from her hips, from inside her belly, where the massive round knot tugged her backwards.

Max's pink shaft erupted one last time as she felt the wolftaurs knot pull her. Not just feel it, but she could feel the same things that Iris was feeling. Relaxing lust, contentment, joy at being desired, happy about a successful onboarding. There was no other way to explain it.

Another river of seed poured from her changing muzzle as she felt her arms wiggle uselessly against her sides. They felt stuck, immobile, but she felt no panic as the top of her head bounced off the underside of Iris's taur belly, rubbing her against the wolf's fur. The pleasure of the knot was all-consuming. Her legs twitched, but she wasn't even sure they were there anymore. Phantom kicks? Her body wriggled, lurched, and she tried to push or pull, but all she could do was flex herself up into the air. No limbs... no way to breathe... or speak... just the heat, the warmth, the pleasure of the knot twisting into her body, claiming her and breaking her down, reforming her through sheer force of lust...

"Ooooh, yesssss, Max... you are the perfect choice for this promotion!"

Something stroked down her body. She was slick now, not furry, lacking either wolf or pine marten fuzz. The fingers, though, were furry, and she felt them squeeze into her body, stroking long and slow, from the tip of her head to the base of her feet, which felt like they were somewhere deep into the wolftaur's sheath.

A great wave of relaxation flowed through Max as she flopped and wiggled in the grasping paw. Despite how good it felt, she also felt herself shrinking up, softening. Something warm wrapped around her as she was dragged inside slowly, though she tried her best to stay in the warm, slick fingers stroking her so nicely...

It was hot... dark... damp... so musky... Max shuddered and tried to moan, but only gushed. Something firm squeezed around her and she gushed again. How much time had passed? Why couldn't she see anything? Why did she feel sooooooo good?

"Ooh, you're making a mess... hold on, let's just... there we go..."

Fingers grasped Max and pulled on her. She felt cool air as she gushed again and again, unable to stop the pleasure of being handled coursing through her body.

Something else rose alongside Max, though. She realized quickly it was the same huge, thick, knotted equine girldick she'd ridden herself not so long ago. What was it doing next to her, flopping alongside her blind, smooth, veiny new body?

Realization surged through Max just like the next thick gush of white seed that poured across Iris's fingers, creating more of a mess in the wolftaur's furry underbelly. The feeling of the thick, deep white fluff tickling along Max's new body was even better than she could imagine, and her entire length throbbed and flexed with growing heat just from the teasing of Iris's fluffy underbelly. Max felt hot and slick and wet by the time the paw wrapped around her stopped rubbing him over the long, smooth expanse of belly fur.

"Mmmhh... I'm glad to see you so excited about your new position, Max."

Something hard and slightly cold slipped around Max's head and down his long, narrow body, all the way to the fat knot at the base of her, and lodged into place. It applied pressure and made her want to drip even more.

"Nothing to worry about, just a bluetooth cockring to keep you connected while we work."

Something fluttered into Max's consciousness. She focused on it, she somehow "saw" a screen. She recognized it as the login screen to the company network for email, messaging, and the rest of the network. Best of all, Max could control it hands-free just by focusing her attention on it.

"Alright, Max... as much as I'd love to see just how much you like your new job, unfortunately we have some work to do first. You'll have to get used to your company-provided lodgings right now as well... heh..."

Max felt herself retreating into Iris's sheath, snug and warm and wet alongside the wolftaur's original girldick. It was strange feeling subordinate to your boss's cock, Max thought as the original maleness inside the sheath squeezed and pulsed against him, fighting him for space between the wolftaur's hind legs, though she'd never complain out loud.

Max trembled with excitement as she logged in. She was determined to prove what a hard worker she could be...

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Epilogue - One week later...

Iris was in her office, and though Max couldn't really hear anything as one of the boss's immense girldicks, she could sense what was being said thanks to her incredibly intimate connection with the wolftaur. And there wasn't really a way to turn that off, so the former pine marten couldn't help but hear the conversation between Iris and one of her coworkers - a coworker she'd had a crush on for some time, in fact.

"Oh, wow! I'm so happy for Max to get a promotion so quickly!" the vixen said, grinning up at the tall wolftaur. Her paws pressed together in front of her chest, squeezing into the front and sides of her large, heavy breasts. The vixen, like many employees of the company, were already testing various SynTech products they'd been given as perks for staying in their positions after the buyout. "Is she around? We've been chatting over the company message system, but I'd love to be able to congratulate her myself in person!"

Max felt Iris's other cock stirring and thickening up, warmer and fuller by the moment.

"Oh, really? Sure, that should be fine - she's not doing anything particularly hard at the moment. I should warn you, though, Max looks quite a bit different than she used to."

"Oh, really? I hope he's still as cute and noodly as he was before."

The heat inside Iris's sheath was growing almost unbearable, especially once the wolftaur's other shaft poked free and started to slide against her. Unable to stop herself, Max felt her warm, veiny length extend outwards into the relatively cool air beyond the sheath.

"Well, I think she's pretty cute and definitely a bit of a noodle," Iris said, her voice lowering to a near purr as Max thickened and grew longer and heavier by the moment. "Here she is now..."

"She is? Oh!"

There was a shocked exclamation before Iris explained. Max felt something brushing against her side, but no direct contact.

"Oooh, hello, Max!"

There was a brief pause, then Iris laughed. "No, not that one... the other one."

"Oh, I should have known from the bluetooth ring... sorry about that."

"I didn't mind a bit," Iris said.

Max wasn't listening anymore - such as it was. Instead, her attention was fixated on the sensation of fingers stroking delicately along her glistening, sticky, warm flesh. She felt her body arc and curve slightly, stiff and warm and hard as she poked into a different silky type of fur that also felt amazing on her smooth new figure. The former pine marten's whole being shivered from the wolftaur's sheath to the tip of her long, smooth body, causing a few blasts of thick pre-cum to ooze down into the silky fur sliding along his urethra.

"Ooh, Max! I never knew you felt that way about me!" the vixen gasped. Her fingers squeezed around her coworker's veiny flesh, pulling the slick and thick girldick between her plump, oversized melons for a few good squeezes and rubs that sent a cascade pre-cum running through the vixen's fur.

Iris closed her eyes, gasping as she felt the same sensations as Max. Her original thickness bapped across the eager vixen's heavy breasts, so the fox's arms wrapped around both, shoving them together as she slid herself up and down the fat, heavy shafts. The wolftaur's right foreleg lifted, then draped over the vixen's shoulder as both shafts protruded nearly straight up from between Iris's hind legs, keeping the fox clutched in nice and close under her broad, white-furred lower belly. She was so close, in fact, that her knees and shins shoved into the fat, plump swells of Iris's heavy balls. The two enormous arousals flexed as they rubbed against each other and the fox's firm teardrops, squeezing into her silky fur as they smeared the moaning vixen with pre.

Iris, for her part, turned her attention back to her standing desk and the important messages and emails that were piling up. Normally Max would handle the incoming, but the cute little girlcock was working so hard lately, Iris didn't mind giving her a bit of time to catch up with a coworker. Her original cock pumped a fresh, warm sheet of sticky white seed across the vixen's belly before the tip shoved between the fox's thighs and ground through, while Max remained snug and warm between the fox's voluminous cleavage. Once the fox's muzzle opened, she started making out with Max while clutching the big cock's pumping urethra tightly down her chest and belly. Max responded with even more flexes and jerks and wiggles that sent Iris's tail thwapping with excitement behind her.

"Tell you what... how about you two catch up and pretend I'm not here?" suggested Iris. "I've got some work to attend to anyways..."

The end