You won't do your work

Bah. Forget this. Coming to work was a mistake. You magically turned into an anthromorphic cat this morning - you should be on the news, and magazine covers by tomorrow!

The homely, average face staring back at your from your ID card reminds you of your secondary transformation: becoming stellar-hot. You encapsulate everything that the idealized western beauty standard demands: Massive gravity-defying breasts tipped with nipples that could cut diamonds even while soft. Hips to build cities upon, abs to play the xylophone with, a tail that you could lash around like a whip, fur soft as silk and skin shiny as latex...

There's nothing else to do now but get off right here in your cubicle. A voracious, deft hand dives down your panties as you throw your head back and enjoy the charms of your new miracle build. Your tail proves to be much more flexible than anticipated - it doubles as the perfect dildo.

Getting off is the easy part - staying quiet is another thing entirely. There are people working on the three other sides of your cubicle, and right behind your back across the hallway is another open cubicle, the patron of which could see you at any moment if they turned around.

But really, that's the hottest part of it. Knowing how a single stray glance could end your career and reputation. To some this would be a deterrent, but a hardcore degenerate like you? Nothing gets you har-

Stacy: "Wow, just wow."

OH FUCK.