Start a company fitness program

The wishbone throbbed in Dave's hand and Shirl's anger melted into pathetic pouting.

"All the other girls are hotter than me," she wailed. "And they seem to just keep getting hotter!"

"Oh yeah!" Said Michelle, one arm around Evita's shoulders, the other guiding her 'coffee' to her lop-sided grin, the lesbian's eyes devouring the intern's growing tits, only vaguely aware of her own swelling tits and the auburn ringlets her head had sprouted.

"Isss weird, but isss naw illegal," Su shrugged, popping a button.

"I've always been a hot piece of ass," Marlise assured her coworker's from her perch on the accountant's lap. "Isss nice! Y'all l' get usta it."

"I can definitely get used to it," said Bill, who had taken it upon himself to help Candy get sophisticated and make sure her ass didn't get misplaced.

"But I'm just a big old cow!" Shirl wailed. "Even with my big ol' titties, I'll never get any dick!"

"Now Shirl, don't be so hard on yourself!" Dave said, well aware that his wish had made her so. "You just need to lose some weight. Bill could too! What we need is a company fitness plan!"

"A fitness plan?" Shirl asked skeptically.

"Huh?" Bill asked, looking up from Candy's rack at the sound of his name.

"You don't think Shirl is a cow, do you Bill?" Dave asked.

"No! I....I... She has a great ass! Such a great ass! I'd love to just bite it!" Bill said with dawning obsession, learing at Shirl.

"Well, if you can catch her, I bet she'd let you," Dave suggested.

"Wait, what?" Shirl said, eyes widening and getting out of her chair as Bill advanced on her.

She squealed and started running. Bill pursued. Around the conference room they went, Bill grunting with the effort, his manhood a noticable bulge in his trousers, Shirl a jiggling behemoth, having discarded her bra before the meeting.

Dave opened up his music screening service and found Yakity Sax and projected it into the conference room sound system.

After 3 laps around the table, Bill managed to goose Shirl and she squealed louder and giggled and continued to run, but seemed more focused on undulating her backside than speed. The little taste drove Bill even more crazy and he gave a wolf howl.

With every step, the two obese coworkers lost a little weight, just as Dave had wished they would. Though in Shirl's case, at least, the effect was much more pronounced in her face, belly and thighs than it was in her tits and ass. They got firmer, but not noticeably smaller.

With out her belly, her pants soon fell down around her ankles and Bill managed to goose her again, this time grabbing bare flesh. His own pants stayed up only by virtue of his cock, which Dave had wished larger and was now acting like a towel rack for his pants.

Shirl jumped out of her pants, her blouse now a defacto dress, and she squealed in delight, ran forward a few steps, then flipped the bottom of her blouse up to show Bill his prize, slapped it twice in encouragement and then continued the chase.

Bill snorted like a bull at a toreador and pursued, looking more fit than he'd ever been in his life and intent on biting Shirl's ass.

"This is so fucking weird," Su said to Dave, having scooted over so her boss could stroke her inner thigh while she lay her head on his shoulder, her glossy hair now down to her ass.

"But it's not illegal," Davee pointed out.

"Nope!" Su agreed. "Perfectly legal..."

She noticed that Candy the intern was under the table and working to remove Su's pants. Well, that was probably legal too, Su thought with a shrug.

Shirl gave an even louder squeal as Bill tackled her and the two of them rolled about on the floor, Bill trying to get his head in the vecinity of her ass, Shirl not resisting but a bit to frazzled to be helpful, having been overcome with a serious giggle fit.

At last, Bill howled and then bit into the dark skin of Shirl's firm, global backside.

"Yes! Yes!" Shirl cried out. "You bite my ass, Bill! You bite it!"

"Ruff!" Bill exclaimed, having marked his territory, then rolled her over onto her back and licked her slit.

"Oh Bill!" Shirl exclaimed. "Oh Bill you stud! But not here...everyone is watching... We should..."

Bill crawled up the sprawl of Shirl's body, his tongue tracing up the slight pooch that remained of her belly, heading toward the canyon between the twin mountains that were her tits. It wasn't clear that he even understood what she was saying, but it was clear that he didn't care.

"Maybe in my office..." Shirl said weakly. "That way we wouldn't..."

It was at that moment that Bill's wishbone-enhanced prick slapped against her thigh. Her eyes went wide. She craned her neck to look between her tits and see just what Bill was packing.

"Oh Bill!" She exclaimed. "I need that in me! I need that in me right now!"

Bill complied and soon neither lover was aware that their coworkers were in the room. They were focused on other things.

"That brings me to the next order of business," Dave said. "Inter office relationships. I think we can all see that we're all adults here and quite capable of adult relationships."

"I, personally, am a huge fan of adultery," Mel said, the old man having gotten enough buttons off of the drunken redheaded receptionist on his lap that he could fondle her nipple with his wedding ring.

"Iss the bess!" Marlise agreed.

"I know in the past there has been some miscommunication and hurt feelings, even lost jobs," Dave continued, looking poiniently at Evita, whose eyes were very wide, what with Michelle's hand having found its way into her pants. "But there's no reason for that if we can just build an office atmosphere of trust and friendship."

Evita nodded in agreement, or possibly because she didn't know what to do with her head.

"So all I ask is that if you want to have a relationship with someone in the office, you just let your boss know and invite him to participate. That's reasonable, right?"

Everyone agreed it was.

Evita raised her trembling hand.

"Does that.... Does that include... Same sex relationships!" She asked at her boss' prompting.

"Of course, Evita," Dave said.

"Oh thank god!" Evita exclaimed. "Cuz I think I might be gay!"

"Well, there's only one way to find out for sure," Dave said.