Another Day At The Office

In an apartment close to downtown Chicago, a woman named Rose Jakovski was getting ready to head downtown for work a couple of hours early despite being her day off. Formally dressed, she wore long, freshly conditioned blonde hair that slightly curved alongside the right side of her forehead and a pair wide framed glasses that gave her a "sexy intellectual" look, both qualities that she possessed an abundance of. A bleach white long sleeved buttoned shirt that parted indescretely at her cleavage and a black skirt that hung close to her otherwise trim figure rounded out her carefully crafted professional appearance.

Grabbing her purse and her belongings, Rose easily slipped into her heels, both bent at a ridiculous S curve no normal person should have physically been able to walk on, and gripped the doorknob with the tips of her slender fingers, making her way outside to the nearest subway stop. Getting off at the station in 20 minutes, she made her way up to the streets passing by Millennium Park on her way to one of the handful of skyscrapers towering over the city. Making her way inside through the lobby, Rose waved to the receptionist and approached him to talk about the board execs who recently checked in along with some other workplace mumbo jumbo. Nodding towards something he said, she gave him a friendly wave and walked off. She was about to head towards the café located onsite when she passed by a casual looking guy wearing a blue and yellow striped shirt, a pair of worn baggy slacks and some cheap running shoes to round out his unspectacular appearance that was hardly corporate approved.

In only the split second that occurred as the two passed, an illustriously intoxicating sensation travelled through every surface of Rose's skin, every individual cell that made up her attractive bombshell face lit up at once. As he walks by, she immediately torques her head completely backwards with a sticky wet tearing noise, her neck and limbs making pulpous, fleshy sounds as she followed her new fixation towards the elevator. Her knees bent the wrong way as she walked backwards on her heels, a difficult task for any woman incapable of effortlessly twisting her body like soft spongy clay as easily as she could. Rose had absolutely no idea who this person was or why she was following him and she didn't care either. She wanted him and nothing else mattered to her.

You hurried towards the elevator around the corner of the lobby and watched as the door closed on the woman that was steadily walking towards you. Did it actually work? You gasped in either exhilaration or fear, not sure if she was aroused or angry at what you've just done. Fuck, maybe this whole thing was a mistake, I shouldn't have....

Before you got an opportunity to think about it any further, you see two sets of flattened, rubbery fingers squeezing through the millimeter thin gap, stretching out to both sides of the door in front of you. The flattened digits started to swell exponentially, growing to well past the size of normal human hands into massive, pudgy, sausage like shapes each the size of your own head. The engorged hands slowly pushed the elevator door open, revealing a more noticably flat chested version of the blonde woman you intentionally walked by, her limbs bent and twisted out of proportion.

Heaving and panting in an alternating fashion, her torso fluidly twisted back into place, unbending her legs as her hands pulsated and shrank, redistributing their borrowed mass back into her growing breasts. Standing still, she stretched her hands towards you , slamming her palm into a pile of mush on contact. She would've easily knocked you down had she not grabbed you by the collar with her deformed hands and immediately yanked your chest against her fucking hot body, both figuratively and literally, slowly breathing into your ear with the passionate thirst of an oasis.

"My office is on floor 63. I'm going need to see you there for a performance review!"

You did as she asked, trying to think of a catchy corporate innuendo to throw at her as you closed the door.....