Another "Ordinary" Day

Snapping awake Liz breathed heavily panting. She couldn’t remember her dream, but it felt vivid. Her body was an electrified frenzy of pleasure and euphoria. She started to wonder what the dream was about, why her hardened nipple ached against the loose t-shirt, and her clit… She couldn't remember ever feeling so drawn to…

Silencing her alarm clock Liz marvelled at how awake she was feeling, and having woken up before it. Normally she would be hitting the snooze button for an hour trying to stave off the day's encroachment on her blanket fortress of solitude.

She felt eager to start her day. Pausing to question who this new person was and what they had done with her she got out of bed and headed to the washroom.

Aside from a crisis of wardrobe the morning was feeling unbelievably good. She marvelled for a bit wondering how she had lost enough weight in the night to find her dress pants and bras no longer fit, but wasn’t too concerned with replacing her wardrobe. It all felt… Oppressive.

Getting off the bus at work she wondered what she would do with the 40 minutes she had before work. Walking into the lobby it was oddly bustling with people. Eavesdropping a few conversations as she navigated the unusual gathering Liz picked up she wasn't alone.

“LIZ!” Jasmine cried out hustling over. “You too huh? Everyone just feels so invigorated today, and that’s not all. You would never believe who I caught fooling around by the elevator."

Always a gossip, Liz thought of Jasmine before walking over to the bustling coffee shop on the ground floor.

“You know that real bitchy girl from the mail room we hear about all the time?” Jasmine continued, unabated by the lack of inquiry from Liz.

“Well I decided to go upstairs a bit early, and she was looking pretty hot and heavy with Enzo from nights. They left together before the end of his shift, you know when we're supposed to go for the A.C.O.L.I.T.E. certification.” Jasmine rambled on.

Looking at her Liz noticed Jasmine had none of the acne often lurking on her face, her normally drab hair glistened, and beneath her cardigan she was wearing an unusually tight top that left her shoulders exposed as it hooked around her neck. As Liz stared absentmindedly she wondered if Jasmine's breasts had grown, feeling an unusual thirst as she gazed at the hard nipples declaring their existence atop her coworkers breasts.

“Earth to Liz.” Jasmine interceded snapping Liz back from drifting with new lewd thought.

Liz blushed embarrassed and mortified she was just caught staring at her friends breasts.

“I know, don't they look great! They feel even greater.” Jasmine declared lifting and squeezing her breasts through her shirt with a jubilant energy as they went about coffee before their work day.

In the morning a list came out of A.C.O.L.I.T.E certified agents. Apparently a good chunk of the night crew had achieved it during the still of night. Most of the other names were unrecognizable from other departments. It ended with an encouraging note about how everyone achieves it differently and that many were close to achieving.

It stirred in Liz's mind. Jasmine increasingly talked about new instances of people fooling around. At noon a new company dress code arrived in everyone’s mail boxes. Or rather lack of dress code. Apparently to try and relax the high stress environment of emergency response everyone was to dress for their own comfort.

Jasmine welcomed it by losing her cardigan, flaunting her smooth back and shoulders as they were exposed from their concealment to acquiesce the prior work standards.

That day Liz puzzled over her fanfics. She had nothing presentable to post. Sex scene after sex scene. She contemplated if she should have honestly answered Paul's question during her debrief. Obviously something was on her mind. Maybe talking about it would solve it.

As she lay in bed trying to get to sleep her mind danced with thoughts of vampire Willow sucking Angelus's cock, as Cordelia ate her out.