A meeting before their corruption

Perspective change: Elizabeth

Your high heels clacked against the marble steps of the sleepy library where you worked, the soft autumn wind waving your knee-length plaid skirt. A tight white blouse that had the first three buttons free, allowing for an ample view of your enhanced breasts even in human form, completed the look. You were just barely recognizable as the old Elizabeth, but there was no doubt that your new body and slutty outfit would do more than raise a few suspicions among your coworkers. Which you didn't care in the slightest, given what you were about to do to them.

The building would open to the public in an hour, but you and the other librarians had to come in earlier to tidy up the place. Already some of your demonic brothers and sisters had managed to take over the media, and had soon revealed that the so called "Demon virus" had been nothing but an elaborate hoax, which most people readily believed. You had received a message from your boss earlier, telling you to dismiss the false rumors and come to work anyway.

As you passed the wooden doors, you were received by the sight of our manager, Julia. She was a stern looking middle-aged woman, with a tight bun holding her dark brown hair. You remembered she was a divorcee, which was undoubtedly a blessing for the poor man who had to suffer years of existence with such a strict and joyless woman.

"Late. Again.", she commented in a dry voice, not even bothering to give you more than a glance while she kept reading yesterday's records, clearly not noticing your new outfit. "We have talked about this, Elizabeth. This cannot keep happening if you want to keep your position here"

You looked at the clock above her head, showing you were actually right on time and it was she who had arrived too early. You tried to contain your anger at the woman, but you couldn't help but feel your clit throb once as your mind wondered as to what you soon would do to her.

"S-sorry, J-julia", you faked your old stutter, which felt completely ridiculous now. "I-it won't happen again"

"It better not, girl", she raised her voice as you kept walking, if only to avoid just shoving your cock in her mouth to shut her up in the spot. "And remember, staff meeting in 5." Of course you remembered. After all, you had quite the important announcement to make.

You strolled over to the staff room, a spacious area that served as both a kitchen and meeting place for the employees. You saw two of the other girls there, and assumed the final one would arrive soon.

"Did you hear about Miss Wainwright's daughter? No, of course not. It's all hush-hush yet but a friend of mine told me she was seen yesterday coming out of her building completely naked and... Liz? Is that you?"

The woman that had just interrupted her ceaseless chattering was Colleen, a gossipy redhead that seemed unable to stay out of everyone's business and has never missed an opportunity to talk behind your back.

"What are you even wearing? That's far too inappropriate for the workplace, Elizabeth", that came from Felicity, a young exchange student from England that was doing her internship here. She was almost a caricature of a Little Miss Perfect. Pretty, smart and rich; a triad that she made sure to reiterate to you.

"I d-decided to w-wear something n-new today. Y-you don't like i-it?", of course you knew they wouldn't, just like Julia wouldn't when she actually took the time to look at her. Far too provocative, too indecent, too...

"Tasteless", the English girl muttered, with a look of disdain in her cute, aristocratic face. She would have surely continued to judge every part of your outfit, but stopped as Sara, your last coworker walked in.

The prim girl of Japanese descent opened her eyes widely when she looked at you, but said nothing and sat as far away from you as possible. A silent yet opinionated young woman, she tried to limit her interactions with you as much as possible and you had long suspected that she thought you weren't up to her intellectual standards. Most of the times you heard her speak, it was because she was just taking the opportunity to tell you just how much she knew about a particular niche subject.

Just after her the boss, Julia, entered the room and closed the door behind her. The cast was complete. Every single one of them had slighted you in more than one way. Now, the tables would finally turn.

Now, they would begin their new lives as your sex-addicted slaves. Once again, your clit throbbed...