The office had become a personal slice of hell. Ciara strutted through cubicles with the same power she always held, chin high and eyes vigilant, but a darkness shrouded her confidence. It was one thing for Erin and Brianne to fall pregnant, another for their bodies to develop so disgustingly, and the fact it had spread was concerning. Her subordinates waddled with bellies that fattened day by day, with their obscene curves also developing. Only a few people had avoided that fate thus far; Mirin, Ciara and Sasha.
That gross thing didn't concern her. It was better that she stayed barren, lest more of her people are born. Ciara glared at Mirin's cubicle and stepped into her private office. No cameras monitored her, allowing Ciara to slouch in her chair and light a joint. Fuck, she needed that. A vent siphoned away the smoke.
She sighed and rubbed at her temples. Where was Sasha? Relaxing only went so far without her to complete it, she already missed the feeling of her assistant's talented tongue. Desire tingled along her legs, memories of close calls, of taking important calls with Sasha between her legs, trailed through her loosened mind. She'd be fired and ostracised if their relationship became public.
Was that really so bad? Perhaps they'd understand and she and Sasha could have a normal thing, instead of sneaking around. Ciara took a long drag and slid her free hand into her skirt. Moist folds greeted her dry fingertips, which slid along the tidy opening to drip pleasure across her flesh, enhanced by the drugs that filled her lungs. She slipped a finger inside, again marvelling at how tight she was. How was a baby supposed to come from there?
The depths clung to her digit and drenched it instantly. They suckled on her finger, the lips frothing for another. She added it, stretching the hole now, and curled them to scratch her favourite spot. At these moments, she thanked her grandmothers for telling her about masturbation. They took her freakish urges in secondary school and focused them. She even met someone else in a similar boat to share it with.
A sharp rapping on her door broke Ciara's pleasure. She snuffed out the joint, fanned the fumes away, and grabbed a wipe for her hand as she smoothed out her appearance. Judging by the silhouette in her door, it was Mirin, but others had taken on a similar shape as that freak. Please don't let it be Sasha, Ciara prayed.
"Come in!"
It was neither. The girl that walked in was Erin, her too plump lips a whorish red, and her clothes almost non-existent. All the sordid scribbles on her body were on plain view, including a line on her hideous belly; 'will do anything for cum'. What was that supposed to mean? Surely it didn't refer to Mirin. But the only alternative was an animal and that was only marginally better.
"Yes, Erin?" Ciara kept her tone sharp, but polite. She'd fire this filth once the baby was born - babies, she corrected herself with a glance to Erin's huge gut - and several others with her. Others would notice the lurid changes soon, but she suspected they'd give leeway due to the outbreak of pregnancies. If nothing else, it did wonders for the complexion. Erin had a fine sheen across her body, like she was always lathered in something.
"I have a delivery for you," Erin said and handed her a skinny envelop with a single bump in it.
"What is...?" Ciara trailed off as she watched Erin walk away, not even glancing back, like she had completed some meaningless task for someone she couldn't stand. That didn't choke Ciara's question, rather the shameless amount of ass Erin displayed and viscous strands hanging from her overripe cunt did. Before the vent could filter the stench out, Ciara almost gagged on the reek of pussy. It was far stronger than anything she'd smelled before. Her nose buried in Sasha's sex hadn't been so potent.
She shook her head and flapped the air away, then upended the envelop. The office mail was delivered by a group of part-timers and interns, not someone in Erin's position, or first thing in the morning. A cheap USB Drive rattled against her desk. Ciara glanced at the door and found no sign of observers.
"Alright, what the hell is this supposed to be?" She asked herself and plugged it in. The company had some of the best Anti-Virus software around, so she wasn't concerned, nor did she have to. A single video was on the drive, about thirty minutes long and the thumbnail was Sasha's face.
Fear turned her brain to the worst possibilities. Sasha had been kidnapped and this was a ransom video. Her hand went to the phone, intent on calling the CEO and explaining the situation, then she paused and let rationality kick in. If nothing else, she should see the demands and confirm Sasha's condition. Opening the video, it was Mirin's voice that greeted her.
"I'm recording this special for you, Ciara. Well, someone else is filming. I'll be busy with your lovely assistant."
The camera moved and pointed to the printer room, where Sasha was slaving away over one of the faulty machines. Guilt churned Ciara's stomach; she had told Sasha to stay the night, with Mirin no less, since so many workers had been slacking off. Ciara had a meeting in two weeks that needed those completed documents. Now Mirin had done something to her. But what?
The camera saw the printer room open. They still hadn't set up security cameras inside there, and the door had the only window, which was covered with a sheet. No one could see what happened. None except Ciara.
"Hello, Sasha..." The video cut to a naked Sasha, hiding her chest and vagina from view, but she didn't look scared. Ciara frowned and studied her assistant's face. Finding no trace of anger or disdain, she was shocked again as Mirin stepped into frame, hips filling the image until the camera moved. It couldn't be Erin, she'd left with Ciara. An unfamiliar giggle stopped further suspicions. This was an outsider Mirin brought in. Must be someone from an asylum for them to help her.
Ciara's eyes and jaw gaped at the sudden, fierce kiss between Mirin and Sasha. The latter was hesitant at first, but as her body was touched by disgusting hands, she relaxed. Moans reached Ciara's ears, ones she knew intimately, and the kiss deepened. A zoom in revealed tongues swirling in each other's mouths, swapping spit like a delicious chocolate.
Mirin grabbed Sasha by the hair and held her in place. She leaned back, but kept her tongue in Sasha's mouth, forcing her to suckle on it. What the hell was she thinking? Jealousy hissed and retched in Ciara's stomach at the sight. Their kisses were never this passionate. It was just a series of pecks and short-lived tongue dances.
Saliva dribbled from Sasha's lips, like she wanted to replace it with Mirin's. The obscene cur held her head higher and drooled into Sasha's mouth, who rolled it around and savoured every drop. A river streaked down her cheek and neck, but she rubbed it into her breasts. One hand darted between her legs, then was caught in Mirin's grip. Sasha struggled to no avail. She wasn't weak by any means, yet Mirin didn't even budge.
"You don't get pleasure until I do. Ready to meet your destiny?"
Another cut. Mirin was naked now and, though Ciara clenched her fists at the thought, she was stunning. Ignoring her hideous curves and that... thing jutting from her legs, not a gram of fat or muscle was wasted on her stomach and limbs, yet her hips and breasts were enormous. Without her clothes, Ciara finally saw how massive Mirin was. And her height...
She spent most of her time hunched over in a cubicle. Ciara made it a point not to be around when she stood, as Mirin towered over everyone and that wasn't conducive to being respected as a boss. With her back straight, hips jutted forward, that thing pressed against Sasha's clavicle and oozed a thick, murky liquid. It sent a shudder through Sasha as it touched her skin.
"Want a taste?"
Another cut brought Ciara's jaw lower and her legs together, concealing the shame burning between them. She slurped on her coffee, hand quivering to the horror on screen. Sasha had Mirin's thing in her mouth, cheeks bulging and lips overflowing with slime. A hand urged her further down, slowly forcing a bulge into Sasha's throat. It paused at the choker Ciara had bought her a year ago. Then, like a cobra striking, Mirin thrust hard. The choker bulged and snapped from the sheer girth.
It's shape pushed deeper, passing into Sasha's oesophagus. It slid back and forth to Mirin's personal rhythm, revealing inches upon gross, slobbery inches, before sheathing them. It continued for a few minutes, until a groan from Mirin and a wet gag from Sasha signalled a reprieve. Or it should've been. Sasha's throat worked to swallow the huge obstruction, distending at random. Her stomach convulsed.
Streaks of white exploded from her lips. Ciara gulped in recognition; semen. The awful, smelly and disgusting stuff that male animals produced. She'd seen it in biology class, and once at a zoo, but never in such quantity. More of it leaked from Sasha's nostrils, unable to go anyway else, mixing with her mouth's load to pour across her ebony skin. When she thought it was over, Mirin jerked away and sprayed more all over the girl's face.
Several things sickened Ciara in that lingering frame. First was the obtrusive penis, covered in sperm and spit, dripping with the stuff. Next was Sasha's gorgeous face, now perfectly hidden under layers of white, with more of it in her hair. Third was the penis again as she watched it pulse and ooze more of that slime. Lastly, she couldn't stand the way watching it all made her pussy tingle.
It cut again before she had to ruminate further. Now Sasha was on a table, legs splayed wide like she was at the gynaecologist, and shovelling handfuls of semen into herself. The camera closed in on her face, which betrayed nothing but anticipation. She never showed that to Ciara. It was always trepidatious at first, relaxing the further they went, until she reciprocated. But Mirin had kissed her and tried impregnating her throat of all things - stupid bitch didn't even know where to put semen - and Sasha was grinning and panting in excitement.
A pan put the camera over Sasha's crotch, now sharing the limelight with Mirin's penis. The fat head pushed into her, then slid up and down, and back in. She repeated the motion over and over. It had been cleaned, but as Mirin taunted Sasha, fluids glistened on the purple, spongy flesh once more. Sasha whined and tried moving but something stopped her.
"Say it," Mirin said, pushing harder now and forcing her member to bend against the girl's pussy. Sasha trembled and whimpered, "I know you want this. But you have to say it."
