The supervisor begins to scold everyone...

...as she launches into a tirade about employees being distracted.

"What do you think you're all standing around here for? What's so important it couldn't wait till your damn breaks? Come on, back to your desks, quit wasting time! We don't pay you to stand around! I'll be taking a list of names, every employee that's slacking off can expect to hear from HR by the end of this week! And that's if I don't put in your name for the chopping block myself! You know, in an economy like this, who do you think is gonna get laid off first, the hard workers or the employees who actually spend work hours working, like you get _paid _to do? And another thing-"

The frizzy-haired blonde is cut off by a green-skinned woman from behind. She's dressed like the other employees, but her shirt is ripped open, exposing her breasts. A lewd fluid coats her inner thighs, and her eyes are white and milky without any pupils. She grips the supervisor's head and forces her into a kiss. Her scream is muffled while she chokes and gags at the abrupt molestation. Rapidly, however, her protests subside as she begins to moan and her eyes roll up in her head, and her left hand travels between her legs, hoisting her skirt up to massage her sopping wet slit.

Within seconds, she approaches climax, her pleasured moans getting louder and louder before she screams again, this time a scream of passionate devotion, as she cums right there standing up in the middle of the office. Her knees buckle and she almost falls, caught in the arms of the green lady, and within the span of mere seconds, her skin discolors to the same shade of green as her twisted lover, their awful kiss a pastiche of romance. Soon, her orgasm subsides and the other woman frees her from her grip as she stumbles unsteadily on her own two feet, as if in an unfamiliar body. Her head hangs down to the floor,

The room is totally silent, and now, anyone who wasn't paying attention is watching the bizarre sequence of events unfold. The sound of a silent office, with customers on phones perplexed at why the person on the other end suddenly went silent, with printers churning away and fans still running, oblivious to the impossible transformation which just took place. Every single person in the entire workplace is holding their breath, waiting to see what could possibly come next.

The supervisor tilts her head up to look around, her head still drooping at an angle. Her jaw hangs slack, but more importantly, her eyes are now the same soulless, empty white as the other woman. Her face displays none of her previous aggravation, only total mindlessness. She raises her arms, outstretching them in front of her, and gives off a guttural moan as she approaches her next target. At once, the trance is broken; the entire room breaks into total panic, immediately triggering utter pandemonium as the extent of the situation becomes clear.