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Sometime later Stacy was just about beginning to feel her heart slow and settle. Her nerves no longer all firing at once and her mind no longer convinced that everyone alive, God and the devil were watching her in every moment. Perhaps that wasn't the best thing: to be becoming relaxed in such outrageous circumstances. She had made it out into the rest of office around mid morning and certainly raised a few eyebrows. The front desk secretary, Angie, had nearly dropped her jaw to the floor… and fairly obviously run off to have a discussion with Mr Banks. But nothing had come of it. Stacy and that particular 20-something year old had developed a sort of passive aggressive rivalry over the past few weeks… that neither quite knew what was about. She had in fact come in in what was clearly supposed to be quite a sexy and risque witch costume herself… it was just hardly noteworthy when compared to Stacy. A few of the other office workers had made some attempts too… But most had seemed far too excited about the prospect of dressing their human doll up, to remember to pick out their own outfit. Stacy had had to hand out promises to try out all their other costumes at various later dates, being far too embroiled in her current outfit to consider taking it off yet.

When she returned to her cupboard, the office toy found she had three eager customers already waiting. With a languid sigh she clambered back up onto her pile of boxes, flashing them a cock-biting grin of antagonising encouragement. She tried to lounge as much like a true cat as she could, stretching her assets out for all to see when…

Disaster! There was a great ripping feeling throughout all of her as a seam gave way and cool air rushed between her legs. The wonderful, oily costume had torn right along her panty-line, exposing her gushing pussy and winking asshole to the world. Stacy felt her heart plummet at ruining such a perfect thing… But of course her onlookers just thought it was a magnificent furthering of the show. There was barely a second spared before the girl felt herself plunged into, the built up horniness of the last few hours suddenly relieved to find a slab of meat driving on home to where it belonged. Her sorrow was forgotten in a moment as she felt hands squeezing in on her plastic-wrapped sides. The tug and pull of the remaining outfit giving a whole new rhythmic dimension to the experience of being taken from behind. Stacy let herself be swept away in the thudding wonder of one man after another slamming themselves to completion against the shining-tar surface of her asscheeks. Each one came inside her, but she was in no state to complain… So overwhelmed was she by the tight, prominent sexuality of her every inch. How could she not become a cum-dump, dressed like this? Her midnight-moulded shape just begged to squeeze semen from every soul that passed…

Come mid-afternoon she had the spunk of at least five men settling inside of her. Both unveiled holes dripping with eagerness for only yet more… A disgruntled Dan was apparently quite upset that he hadn't got first dibs, having provided the now-damaged clothing that had inspired such gushing joy. However it was becoming obvious that at least a hiatus was needed, lest the girl faint from overheating stimulation. Office productivity was also grinding shuddering to a halt again as that upper level stock cupboard became a blackhole lure once again. To the point where Mr Banks eventually just gave up and declared that they would finish early for the day… in the vague hope that those who weren't salivating over their 'educational charge' might go straight home.

Somewhere the idea of going for an after work drink sprouted. Stacy wasn't quite sure what they meant… Surely she couldn't go anywhere like this? Yet suddenly she found herself being half-carried, half-dragged through the office. A diffusing crowd of male bodies around her apparently being enough to hide the slit that exposed her everything so perfectly. She trembled to feel the sun first touch the black of her second skin. But the warehouse district their office slumped in was rarely very populated… and the destination which had been chosen was hardly far at all.