Ask at the front desk

Perhaps you can get some answers by asking at one of the desks to your right. At least you hope someone can point you to some place where you can hide out for a while and have some time to think about what to do next.

You sheepishly cross the carpet dividing the room and shuffle over to the nearest available receptionist. Seated behind this desk is a beast of a woman, both literally and figuratively. The first thing you notice is her sheer size, her curves almost unbelievable if you weren't staring right at her. Her bust, hips, and thighs are almost cartoonishly round, and her belly bulges with what could only be a late-term pregnancy, her belly button poking out in the center to accentuate her roundness. Her skin, from head to at least what you can see of her thighs, is mottled with a white and black pattern.

Her breasts are impossibly large for a normal human, completely dwarfing your own sizable pair, but they seem to match the rest of her body just fine. They rest lazily atop her stomach but have a definition that you have seen before - they are undoubtedly swollen and full of milk. Her jet black areola are fittingly huge and they both are accentuated by an erect nipple of at least an inch long. Each nipple is pierced with a golden barbell and has a few droplets of white liquid dripping onto her gravid belly. Looking up to her face, her otherwise human features are dominated by a distinctly bovine snout with a barbell through her septum that matches her nipple piercings. Atop her head is not only a tuft of short, black hair but also a pair of small, slightly curved horns. Needless to say, she is completely nude, save for a leather collar from which hangs a dull copper cowbell.

"Uh, hi, I just had a few questions...?" you ask when you get to the edge of the desk, half mumbling so you don't attract too much attention.

The woman takes a moment to notice you, but when she does she looks up from her paperwork and gives you a small smile. "What do you need, darling? You're gonna have to speak up," she replies, setting her papers aside to show that you have her full attention. You are about to repeat yourself but your voice catches in your throat as she interrupts. "Wait, you're new here, aren't you? I can always tell."

You simply nod in response, happy that this woman seems friendly and ready to help. She takes a moment to find a specific page from her stack of papers then turns back to you. "So which job are you here for, product tester or personal assistant?"

You freeze for a moment to process her unexpected question.