Her alarm went off. Megan stopped it, stretched, and slid out of bed. Time for another great day.
It had been three months of her job, and Megan was enjoying life. She poured a coffee from the coffee maker they couldn't have afforded three months ago, took a sip. She felt like a new woman. The extra money have taken away a lot of stress, got a new better coffee maker and things had gotten easier. Megan caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, smiled. It was like puberty--she didn't notice the changes until suddenly she did. She was taller than Grant now by a few inches. Her bust had grown without getting droopy. Her hips had required a brand new wardrobe, and her skin had never been clearer. Grant had noticed but never seemed bothered by it--just a normal thing, your girlfriend becoming an amazon supermodel. Amazing how a job can change your life. She had to get ready--another big day!
The girls had become close work relations, even friends. Not just Heather, but Corey and Deborah and Alice and Alex and Cee Cee, every one of them bonding over the strangest, best job they had ever had. Every day of the week had a specific field of though--Money Mondays, Tech Tuesday, Women Wednesdays--and there were ways to think and focus during 'bonding'. Each morning was being used by a prehistoric slime supercomputer, and then a lunch break for an hour, and then Janice would focus the girls for their next three hour session, and then back home.
By the time she'd get home, Grant was there. A quick chat over an easy dinner, and an early bedtime--not just because of her increased libido (a brush of a shoulder or a smile could quickly turn into a passionate playtime at any time), but honestly because she was exhausted. The flashing data, the focus on the words, the exhausting hour-long orgasms...it was a good job, but Megan knew she was working hard for her pay.
Then her dreams! Megan had never really remembered her dreams before, but now she could vividly remember them! Every dream seemed to include a strange coastline and cold waters, strange ferny plants that stretched from horizon to horizon, odd skies with stars that were both alien and familiar....And of course the sex.
Most nights she was pushed into the wet sand by Grant, or some man taking her from behind in the ferns so good she didn't need to look back. But many nights also included her coworkers--especially Janice leaning her over moss-covered rocks and lapping at her holes, or trying to keep her head above ocean waves while Heather put an entire fist inside her. She would wake herself up at all hours, feeling her pussy twitching and clenching, before breathing out a silent moan and going back to sleep. Again, Megan had never really felt like this to women, but it wasn't weird. She was getting paid to be mindfucked by an alien from Antarctica, so "other women" wasn't even near the redline. Megan was exhausted, but in a good way.
So it was on a "normal" Climate Thursday. Megan found that for Thursdays, she did better if she was a bit more submissive--hands behind her back, legs spread wide and ankles pushed behind her ears as the slime pulsed and throbbed in her. She panted and pushed back, trying hard to focus on trigger words and decode the images flashing in her face while rolling her hips. She was up to four tendrils vaginally, three smaller oral, and getting close to two anal on most days. The eternal joy eventually ceased, "Big G" slid back into its chambers, and Megan stretched her sore, sweaty body as she slipped off the goggles.
Megan grabbed a towel, wiped herself down of sweat and some of the goo that Githyagos always left, and tried to center herself for lunch. Like the rest of the girls, she had given up wearing the robe in the workroom, so she and twenty other girls walked nude towards the exit. As she reached for her robe, Heather grabbed her arm, two sweaty nude bodies rubbing along each other. Heather grinned, grabbing her own robe while her bright green eyes glowed like emeralds. "Hey! Come with me I wanna show you something."
Megan's eyes narrowed in suspicion but also grinned. She slipped her robe on and followed. Megan was led past the elevators to the right side of the building. "The Men's side? I thought we weren't allowed--?" Heather giggled. "Nah, we're just normally too busy to fraternize--except during lunch breaks. "
Ah yes, lunch breaks. Due to Big G slamming a giant phallic tendril down her throat and filling all the girls with...well, something...they rarely actually ate lunch. That left plenty of time for the men and women to meet, sit down, and talk to each other in bath robes. Megan had noticed that a lot of times a pair or even a handful of coworkers would move to one of the "Quiet rooms", and she had no doubt what was happening in there. It wasn't surprising--the women were all beautiful, the men were all handsome, and they were all hopped up on hormones. If Megan hadn't been dating Grant, she might have even been interested.
The two girls were stopped by a young man who was obviously Janice, but for the men. Dressed in business casual and not a robe, tall but not as tall as the girls, black hair and eyes, and a look of irritation. "Heather, I told you you can't keep coming back here! You'll mess up the readings!"
