Candice on her way to a Meeting

Candice smiled devilishly as the elevator arrived on her floor. She was tempted to ride it up and down continuously, watching the people around her shift uncomfortably under the effects of the air she had saturated with pheromones.

Never before had she craved a cramped elevator, but now she thought about how she’d like nothing more than a reason to press her voluptuous body against a couple people, then gradually move from accidental touching and brushing to more lecherous discrete groping and fondling. What she wouldn't do for a crowded elevator stuck awaiting rescue.

“Excuse me.” Candice politely said as she squeezed by a man and woman standing between her and the door. Her hands brushing across their crotches as she exited between them looking over her shoulder at the dropped jaw of the woman and the blushing guy stuck yet again adjusting the awkward bulge in his pants

Candice hoped they got some ideas as the elevator left and she continued on to her impromptu meeting.

She strutted through the office with a new suggestive confidence. Her skirt tightly embraced her ass, openly advertising a lack of panty line where it rode up across the crescent of her cheeks to her waist. Her blouse sat half unbuttoned, her demonically enhanced breasts displayed glimpses of side boobs where they parted the unfastened shirt, erect nipples and cleavage contours pressing through the light fabric giving no illusion to what lay beneath.

Distracted gazes, some shocked, others awed, even more aroused. Almost all of them barely recognized Candice's new human form, all wondering how they hadn’t noticed her appearance before.

Candice entered into the room and glanced around. Todd and Dave both Sat in the same seats as earlier, Todd seemed to be trying to focus on the papers in front of him one hand firmly clenched to his coffee cup. Dave meanwhile fidgetted, twisting his mug back and forth in his hands. Rich stared deeply into his empty coffee mug trying not to look directly at the changed Candice.

Candice smiled, she could sense the corruption permeating into them. She wondered how for a moment before Shirley strutted in with a pot of coffee.

“Anyone need more?” Shirley asked happily bending over to allow a clear view down her see through tank top as she filled Dave's mug again. She didn’t understand why, but since leaving the washroom. She had been fulfilling a compulsion to share the contents of Candice's water bottle. For the last hour she had done little more than brew coffee and serve it up like a waitress at a diner. Only instead of tables she visited desks. Each stop satiating her compulsion, her breasts growing flusher with pleasure and her mind seeking any scrap of innuendo that could be turned into a sexual invitation.

She even got groped a couple times.

“Candice, you look FANTASTIC!” Shirley exclaimed enviously of her co-worker. “Let me guess, it’s whatever is in your water bottle. You have GOT to tell me where you got that.” Shirley gushed wishing her breast rested as firmly as Candice's appeared.

“I thought we were having a meeting, not talking makeovers and diets.” Michael wise cracked as he sauntered in, typing away on his smart phone before dropping himself down into a seat. "You might as well start, Stuart has an emergency executive meeting he's at." Looking at Candice and Shirley he froze for a moment. Neither were to dress code, but that didn't matter. Something sexual seemed to lock his attention for a moment, whilst something felt out of place or even wrong about what he was looking at. He couldn't place it though.

Candice closed the door, trapping any of her alluring pheromones from drifting out of the boardroom. Drawing faintly on the back of the door, a sigil glimmered into being beyond the perception of ordinary mortals, sealing the room from outside perceptions.

Turning around Candice began droning on about boring details pertaining to design details she had allegedly discussed with the electricians and drawing out just saying that she in fact had only one solution for them, making the problem no longer something they fucking cared about.

As she went on she relished as the eyes in the room betrayed the lack of focus the meeting occupants had on the true topic. Dave and Rich seemed to be trying to avert their gazes from her, meanwhile Shirley gazed upon her with adoring infatuation, sipping frequently from the corrupted water bottle. Holding it tightly and stroking it like the shaft of a cock before her whenever it sat on the table.

Todd kept shifting his gaze between Candice's body and the table top, trying poorly not to stare at the attractive body she was displaying deliberately for his lewd attention.

Michael was obviously more receptive to the pheromones than the others, his gaze shifting away from Candice only for the occasional glance at Shirley, one of his hands anchored in his lap under the table.

Candice inventoried the room.

Shirley was the most exposed. Between her continuous gulps of the corrupted water bottle, her lip often pausing to dance across its rims seductively after each taste. Candice licked her lips at the thought of coercing the gang bang from her earlier fantasy into being.

Michael was obviously the alpha male of the group, he seemed to be clenching his cock through his pants from what Candice could see, likely in hindering sexual need. Candice was torn between outing him and fucking him for all to see, or domineering over Shirley forcing her to suck or fuck Michael until the whole room joined in.

Todd seemed to still struggle to cling to his work, trying to follow along with what had been said but increasingly flipping pages around in a growing frustration with the growing sexual distraction. Candice wasn't sure how she could provoke the room through him, but his mind was obviously on the cusp of breaking down into performing any carnal demand that might agree with his distracted thought process.

Rich increasingly fidgetted his empty mug, the coffee pot Shirley had brought in having quickly been depleted. He periodically licked his lips, his gaze growing increasingly locked on the wet spots of Candice's blouse where her nipples had begun lactating in anticipation of her quenching some parched souls with the Idol's wholesome damnation. Candice had begun lactating on purpose, she wondered how easily someone in the room might take her up on the offer of suckling from her full breasts.

Dave clenched his ears, eyes shifting about the room as if he was listening intently to whispers he needed to hear. Candice wondered if the Idol had taken hold in there, pushing and prodding him. Much like it had to her at the earlier meeting.