Chapter #5Supernatural Shuffling. by: Unknown "...profits are up 72% in just the last three weeks alone! I've just come off the phone with Gemma down in Corporate and they relayed that they're more than willing to make Rotherham's Wilko into one of their premier superstores across the country! Who knew that the weird fella holding the store captive with all that swapping nonsense would turn us into this town's personal cash cow!"
Emma clapped her hands together enthusiastically, unintentionally causing a mini-thunderclap that shook the room around her and sent the cactus sitting idly on her windowsill tremoring. She'd quickly grown to like scanning over the company's metrics after the last month or so, directly in the aftermath of the kidnapping debacle where some strange schoolboy with an even stranger device had kept the entirety of the city center's working populace hostage for an afternoon.
Nationwide coverage of said incident (and the ensuing massy hysteria that surrounded all the affected employees in the coming days) meant that business was booming- reaffirming the notion that all press is good press, for better or for worse- with the Rotherham Wilko not only pulling record numbers of locals but also attracting excited tourists from all across the globe, eager to gaze upon the strange phenomena that'd claimed the until-recently extraordinarily bland hardware store and its employees.
Not that it was exactly a welcome part of all said employees' daily routines. Emma herself didn't seem to mind much as long as everything still worked efficiently, a good perspective to gain considering she'd been relatively hard done by during the day in question's proceedings.
Take today for example; despite wearing her favorite, form-fitting short-sleeved white blouse, it was impossible for any casual observer not to see the wobbling curvature of her recently inherited beer belly, courtesy of the newly hired security guard, James. To go with his paunch, Emma'd also inherited his barrel-like arms- coated with matted, spinach-like fur with somewhat faded tattoos- and flat torso, similarly speckled with a generous coating of coarse hair. Below that sat a ruthlessly tight pair of black trousers, trousers the manager was too stubborn to give up despite her increased thigh size and leg length. Her shoes however had needed to be upgraded, evidenced by the brown sandal pumps covering her red-polished toenails.
"...Mhmm, you're so bloomin' tight, luv..."
Emma sucked her teeth as her eyes strayed away from her glowing computer screen towards the source of the rhythmic grunting shaking the floor just a mere two metres in front of her desk. Though company profit margins were widening, they were at the expense of a little thing Emma had been brought up to recognise as 'employee decorum'. There'd been a noticeable decrease in the quality of the majority of staff's output (though certain characters had definitely benefited from the changes, concerning their bolstered musculatures or newfound youths especially), namely when it came to her supporting staff of management staff.
"Emma, babes," Liz spat through gritted teeth, her forehead smothered in droplets of sweat as she forced her sizeable member (formerly Ryan's) into Natalie's welcoming sphincter (formerly Steven's), both ladies having their masculine bodies completely nude and a tad red from rolling across the abrasive carpeted surface.
"You mind...chuffing shutting up? Your corporate talk is, ugh, killing my boner."
"Oh, bloody hell!"
Natalie squealed more in ecstasy than pain (thankfully- Emma was growing tired of dealing with lust-driven workplace incidents), her attractive facial features buried into the floor as her less than impressive forty-odd-year-old backside bucked back and forth under Liz's forceful thrusts.
Emma rolled her eyes, her manicured (but stubby) fingers returning to her keyboard.
"What'd I say about shagging on my carpets?"
"Clean...up...afterward?" Natalie suggested, grinning in her delirium.
"Only...in emergencies?" Liz proposed, smirking as she felt Natalie begin to tense up onto her dong, edging closer to climax.
"Not to do it, horny slags. I swear you two have been on a whole different level ever since you swapped your tits for d*cks."
"Do you blame us?" Liz piped up, cupping Natalie's cheeks in either palm. "Three-and-a-half decades without these meat rods feels like time wasted."
"Hence why we're making up for it n-ugh!"
Natalie's argument was cut short as a rapturous roar escaped her painted lips, slipping through the crack underneath the Wilko office door and trickling towards the shop floor, the echoes of which no doubt had a few perverted customers begin to smirk to themselves. Never known for great longevity even when attached to their prior owner, it seemed like Steven's bollocks decided they'd had enough.
Natalie's average build crashed to the floor properly this time, leaving her a drooling, catatonic wreck. Liz however was far from her release, due to both her newfound perversion and the youthful exuberance she'd inherited from Ryan's handsome bod. Gripping onto Natalie's backside with almost murderous intent, Liz continued to piston in and out of her subordinate, her eyes full of flame and froth building at the edge of her maw.
Bloody feral, Emma thought as she hazarded one last glance the two women's way, pity overcoming her on Natalie's behalf.
"Whatever, just keep the noise down."
Emma shrugged and went back to work. There was no use reasoning with Liz when she was riled up, not since that day. Besides, she wasn't going to ruin the positive mood she'd just gotten by engaging in an impossible argument.
"Oh yeah," Emma cackled, flexing her follicle-flecked knuckles with glee, "Can't wait to shove this data into Elizabeth's fat face."   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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