Not a thing

Kira shakes her head, her short dark braid swinging back and forth. Blinking her bright green eyes, she takes a few seconds to come full awake. She looks down at the chair. “Oh my gods, I’m so sorry, I broke your chair!” Her green cheeks flushed a shade Arthur didn’t know orcs could achieve. “Oh, Tarsk below, I’ll get you a new chair!” Arthur wasn’t sure that the past couple of minutes even happened, and began to apologize. “No! No, don’t worry about it. It’s an old chair, um, stay here. I’ll go steal one from another department. When I get back we’ll talk about what you can do here, maybe see about getting your own space.”

He pushed his way past her and through the door, was it him or did she feel hotter for some reason? He focused on breathing as he went back over to the elevator. No he thought, bathroom first. I’ll splash some cold water on my face. He veered away from the elevators and pushed open the bathroom door. No way did that really happen, he thought to himself. Oh it happened.

“Who the fuck said that!” He exclaimed. Not important. What is important is what you did to that poor orc girl. She was without her faculties for less than a minute and you, my dirty little pervert, groped her. I knew I picked a good one. And that bit at the end, making her sexually attracted to you. Gold. “What! Who are you?!?” He asked. You’re not listening, Arthur. I’m proposing a partnership. You can finally get a tad less repressed, and I get to come along for the ride. Trust me I’ve seen your past, you haven’t had a girlfriend since college. That was years ago. And stop talking out loud people are going to think you’re crazy. Listen I’ll make it a bit more enticing. Lock the door.

Arthur felt like he was losing his mind. He locked the door anyways, he didn’t want someone coming in here and seeing him shouting at nobody, like a crazy person. As the lock clicked he felt a heat traveling up his arm. It spread through his chest and out into all his extremities. All of his extremities. His crotch warmed and pulsed, and strained against his pants. His muscles thickened and tightened. The bit of gut he accumulated drinking his way through the last couple of years vanished, leaving washboard abs. He should have burst through his clothes but instead they felt like they were altering to his new form. There you go, see, was that so terrible? Better hurry up with that chair now. I’m sure Kira is waiting for you.