HR violations

As the elevator starts to rise, you feel it leave your stomach behind. You see the numbers tick higher, but you feel yourself shrinking smaller.

This was a bad idea. A bad idea. BAD IDEA. Your mind screams... But... then you've been here before. It was a bad idea to come to work the day Steph dumped you. It was a bad idea to come to work on those holidays. It was a bad idea to come to work sick. But time and again, you did exactly as you're doing now. You're going to work. You sigh, and accept with some resignation that this does give you a degree of stability. And hell... Maybe your dick will come back after it had a wild night out on town.

You laugh out loud, voice high and feminine. The taller, broad shouldered stranger you share the elevator with glances down at you. You shrink back in yourself, but despite everything can't ignore another one of those mystery flutters. A little spice on top of the usual embarrassment that makes you curious. Your hands are overlapped in front of your crotch both in a defensive and submissive posture. You wish you had something to hold in front of you, and hastily scurry to your office to start your routine. Technically it's not your office, it's the archives, and your desk is merely the table next to the low traffic printer.

You breath a sigh of relief as you sit your soft tush in your chair, and settle into the familiar space. You roll up your sleeves, and slip your headphones on, with a mix of rock, and punk rock, in an effort to block out the world. You mostly succeed.

Work is... Work. It's not really all that surprising, and just like the morning routine it brings a strange comfort to you. You have a problem, but you can beat it. You're not dying. It's not the end of the world. You can continue to pass as yourself without too much suspicion. You gulp as one of your older coworkers brazenly locks his gaze on you, and looks you up and down. At least you can pass as yourself well enough...

As you continue your job printing and filing away reports in the archive. You find a certain levity come to you. You begin to glide on your toes, despite your clunky shoes, And you start to wiggle back and forth to the beats of the music. As you bend at the waste to file through a bottom drawer of a cabinet. A voice sounds out.

"Riley!"

You pop upright, and the headphones fall from your ears to your neck. "S-Sir!" You stammer. Through the rhythm of the music, and routine of the day, you'd actually forgotten all about your anxieties, but in that moment they came crashing back down.

You looks you up and down stoically, then rubs his chin and cheek in contemplation. "You're looking good today." He states evenly.

"T-thanks?" You respond brightly and bewildered.

"You want to bring that peppy mood in to my office, and take care of a bit of filing for me?" He smirks, but not cruelly.

"Peppy?" You ask silently, before realizing you'd been subtly hopping and dancing around for most of the day. It wasn't like you didn't know you were dancing, you'd been enjoying yourself. But your inhibitions had never stopped you or caused you to realize how unusual it was. Hell, despite feeling a bit surprised as you reflected on your unexpected spunk, you weren't even that embarrassed now.

"Sure." You state with a smile. You were nearly done with your routine work anyway.

Your bosses brunette secretary glared as you walked by, which struck you as unusual. She was usually quite friendly.

You appreciate the view from your bosses corner office. It really was spectacular, and very enviable, but a moment later, he drops heavily into his seat, and points you towards a stack of papers on the edge of his desk. "We just closed that contract. I need everything filed back away chronologically." He points to the cabinets on the opposite wall. You work the same as before; Bending at the waist to reach the lower cabinets, gliding on your toes, even swaying your hips with the music you can still hear softly from the headphones around your neck.

Conspicuously your boss Isn't working, but rather has his eyes locked on you... Yet... you don't stop. That feeling from the morning again flushes your cheeks. Yes, it's embarrassment. But it's something a little more too. It's a cute feeling. It's a spunky sort of emotion. You lean into it, and enjoy the curious sensation. You dance a little more, and even softly sing the words of one of the songs.

As you work at the filing cabinet, a large hand suddenly pinches your ass. You yelp in surprise.

"Easy, sweetheart." Your boss rumbles deeply as his hand continues to massage your plump flesh. Panic freezes you in place, but despite everything one thought bubbles to the surface. 'Fuck this feels good.' You hadn't realized quite how much mass you gained downstairs, but as your boss's hot and heavy body looms over yours, and his hand continues to massage your flesh, you can feel every jiggle down your thigh. You feel him cradle, and drop, your new trunk, appreciating its natural wobble.

"Don't be too loud, we don't want anyone coming to see what all the noise is about, do we?"

You bite your lip in response, still frozen, and he pinches you again. You almost yelp, but hold it back.

"There's a good boy." He presses his groin against your ass, and one hand reaches around to fondle your chest. You drop the file in your hand to ground as you gasp at the unexpected sensitivity. He pinches your nipple, and rolls it around between his finger and thumb. The plump aroused flesh twinges with pain and delight. "Fuck. This fairy thing you've got going on... You should do it more often."

A light "ahh!" slips out of your mouth, and you lean over the cabinet, pressing your plush rear into his groin. You can feel his hard cock through both of your trousers

"Easy there." He chuckles. "You wanted this more than I thought." His hand traces up and down your body, and rests appreciatively on your hips. "Damn, how could I have missed this body. How long were you trying to get my attention?"

"I-I wasn't." You stammer in a naive honesty.

"Yeah right." He spins you around, and grabs your chin. He kisses you once. "Then maybe I should just stop?"

You glance away, then look back, heart pounding in your chest, still in a shocked state of disbelief. It's hard to tell if you're more surprised at your bosses actions, or if you're more surprised that you're enjoying it. You're not fucking gay...

He kisses you again, this time there's tongue.

Are you?

He breaks away suddenly leaving you dazed, and lusty. You feel odd. Not like you usually do when you're aroused. Yes... You feel a twinge down below, but this time your whole body feels flush with heat and desire. You feel it in your chest. You feel it in your lower belly, and your inner thigh. A shiver goes up and down your spine.

Your boss sits on his desk. "Whatever you've got going on kid, keep it up." He reaches into his wallet and tosses a few bills to the ground. "Here's something to help out. Go get yourself something cute, and next time we'll have a little more fun."

Your eyes are wide at what you're hearing, and you look to the bills. At first you kneel down, but he clears his throat and shakes his head disapprovingly. His hands are in his pockets, and he leans back patiently. You stare at him confused at first, then rise back up, turn your ass to him, and start to bend at the waist. He smirks, and nods.

"Atta boy." he murmurs. "We'll get you trained yet."

You look over your shoulder, mouth hanging open in an innocent, seductive, wonder, as you lower yourself slowly to the ground, then pick up the bills, give a little wiggle, then swiftly fly out the door.

As you close the door, your heart is pounding in your ears, and your mind refuses to process anything else. Did that just happen? Did you just do that? You want to ask what came over you, but you know exactly what came over you. It felt good to be told what to do. For someone else to be in charge, and give those deep solid commands. It felt good to feel the heat of his body against you. Despite yourself, a hand starts to slip down to your groin, but before you get too far, the secretary clears her throat.

You jolt upright.

"I like your hairclip. It's cute." She says in a snippy tone.

"Oh... uhh..." your hand goes to the clip, still holding your bangs from your face. "Thanks?"

"Did you get all of your work done in there?"

"I didn't quite finish actually." You say, thinking of the filing left undone.

"I see. Well, I finish my work." She states curtly. "So I don't think he'll need your help anymore."

You stare at her in confusion, and she meets your gaze evenly. "O-Ok... Well. Sorry if I did something." You stammer back.

"Not at all." She states unconvincingly.

You nod unevenly and walk away, she stares the entire time. It isn't until you get back to your desk that you look at the bills in your hand. Two Hundred Dollars. Your jaw drops at the amount. "He wants me to get something cute?" Your hand goes to caress your pussy, and you gasp at the pleasure that ripples through your body. That was amazing...