Get oriented, go to lunch

Jo reads up a bit between calls on things she had been wondering about. Stuff like the safety amulet and basic magic history. Turns out the discovery of magic almost caused an apocalypse in magical spam-attacks, and most governments had to rapidly pass around emergency wards to protect people from getting hijacked by malicious magical enchantments.

Thinking about it, Jo had to admit that weird troll-glyph in that dirty back alley probably was one of those 'malchants', malicious enchantments. They resembled (and probably was even inspired by) computer viruses, but exists in reality and hijack a human mind to make them act in certain ways, using their subconsciousness and inherent magical abilities to alter them or others exposed. The one next to that advertisement seemed to have been a inhibition-inhibitor, the sort that encourages to buy that new model of whatever. Corporations deny proliferating these sort of malicious glyphs, but it seemed like a logical thing to do to sell more of your stuff.

Jo was pondering if this meant she'd be of a different mind about her current predicament if she had her amulet on while walking past that advertisement, but shrugged as she distracted herself by glancing down at her cleavage, pressing it up with her upper arms and giving it a small jiggle. God, she could go with some salty cum on her tits and in her mouth right now.

Her phone rang and she shook her head, pulling herself out of her crotch-dampening, nipple-hardening day dream. She picked up and focused on work for a moment. After all, she didn't want to get fired, even if the allure of selling her body was getting quite strong.

After helping the customer with a computer problem, she continued reading into major magic events of note. The first big incident was the "bimbo plague" that struck various cities around the world simultaneously. Fortunately, there were very few casualties because of that, but the costs of cleaning up the fallout were immense. Not everyone could be completely reset, either, as they were happier in their new lives than their old ones. All in all, it skewed the gender distribution of the world two percentage points towards females. In poorer and less developed parts of the world where safety amulets wasn't omnipresent, or even consider taboo to use, it is said the plague still roams, making the local culturally perceived versions of bimbos. As a consequence of this event, the human population was now about three percentage points more female than it was before. Not ****, but it certainly was a bigger problem in some nations than others. And, the bimbo-plague had one advantage: The bimbo could choose if she was to get pregnant or not. This idea was actually refined by someone and turned into one of the first and still probably the most popular magical body-mods in the world (especially among women); the power to choose to be fertile or not. Not surprisingly, conservatives were very much against this, but not as much against bimbos as a concept.

Then there was the "edible elemental furpocalypse," which spread like a metaphorical plague as well, but since it turned people into various anthropomorphic creatures not made of flesh but animated edible materials chocolate, jelly, fruits and vegetables, not everyone made it out in... one piece. Still, even if it was malicious, it wasn't targeted at certain groups.

Some dictatorships and rogue nations developed specific malchants that turned foreign citizens into loyal servants of the regime. Sometimes with overt dominant purposes with sexy upgrades (the saudis and various arab dictators were good at this. They loved having their enemies on their knees sucking them off while denouncing how naughty they'd been, the crown prince of Sudan was actually the son of a former terrorist turned mistress. In fact, she was also expecting to be the mother of the crown prince children as well, which some found a bit gross but also a bit ironic.) Sometimes more subtle with subtle expansionist agenda (Russia in Europe did increase their ethnic populations in border states before protection amulets was sent out en-masse.) Sometimes just for espionage purposes by creating Manchurian candidates. Most people in positions of power these days gets thoroughly scanned for ideological altercations, but, again, in less regulated countries these tools were commonly used.

Jo yawned as she hung up another phone call and glanced at the clock. Oh my, it was almost time for the lunch break. She glanced down and saw a shuddering pile of black goop wobbling between her legs on top of her paper tissues. Was it hydrophobic? Oh well, no point in letting that go to waste, Jo's mind said to her as she carefully cupped the paper and brought it up to her lips, sipping the available fluids off the tissue before throwing it in the bin. A small jiggle through her body made her blink and look around, realizing that her office chair had morphed. It had replaced the previously wooly cover of the upholstery with shiny black leather. Oh, sweet, less evidence to worry about, now I can just lick my seat clean at the end of the day, Jo thought to herself with a smile. She also noticed that a lot of her cubicle had changed tones, colors changing from the common office grey and beige, textured sound dampening cotton walls replaced with patterned dark purple satin, computer screen and keyboard black with red lights. There no also was a box of wet tissues in the tools drawer, along with a pretty big bottle of lube and female beauty products.

"Jesus' jiffing fursuit," Jeff whispered in exasperation as he hunched his way inside her cubicle, noticing the changes as well. "Come on, we're leaving early, I'd rather risk getting cut in pay leaving early than having to stand in an elevator with the rest of the people on this floor trying to explain who you are."

"Aw," Jo crooned mirthfully at Jeff's worries as she got up and wiped her seat with a wet tissue, finding it cute that he cared so much about her. She picked up her purse, put the phone in it, and moved ahead of him to give him a nice view on the way to the elevator as thanks. Lunch did sound good... well, getting out of this building with Jeff and finding a private place to spiral your tongue around his dick for a meal, sounded heavenly. As the elevator closed, Jo let her spaded tail spin around Jeff's tail, which made him stiffen for a moment before giving her an annoyed look, not wanting to pull attention from the other people in the elevator. Jo merely smiled and left her tail there as she pondered what to do to get what she wanted.