Has to go to work

Josh could worry about the gender pronouns and names once he understood more of the problems he'd gotten himself into. Female pronouns makes more sense with that womb though, an inner voice told Josh, and she conceded that makes sense. And Josh is a very 'blokey' name. What about Jo? Well, fine, Jo works, sounds a bit like Joe, some of her aunties and uncles had called her that in her childhood.

However, Jeff, a work buddy, just sent her a message that the middle management was asking after her and that she owed him a favor, so any worries about undoing this would have to wait. No rush, right?

Opening her wardrobe, Jo realized that the masturbation session apparently had done a lot of work on her apartment as well. All of her clothes had morphed over to ridiculously slutty outfits. And I love it, she thought to herself. Jo shrugged with a resigned smile and picked up a leather jacket that showed off her cleavage and stopped a few inches below her tits. The rest of the outfit she was wearing, is completely acceptable office attire for a phone support succubus, she thought to herself.

Stepping out of the elevator into the cubicle landscape, Jo smiled at the cute guys that remained in the elevator as she let her tail trace her heart-shaped butt cheeks for them to see. Jo figured that might go as sexual harassment, but what the hell, one of them definitely had a horse cock upgrade tenting their pants. Anyone with a nose for those things could sniff that.

She sat down in her cubicle and pulled off her leather jacket slash shoulder wear. Not a breath later and a familiar voice behind her caught her attention. "Jesus furry -fucking Christ," Jeff said in a hushed but definitely panicked tone.

Jeff looked the same as before, but certainly more manly, muscled and the proud owner of a fuzzy wolf tail. One which was standing still and close to his body, suggesting Jeff was not happy with the situation. Dog penis, tapered, 9 inches with a two inch deep knot. Sounds yummy.

"Is that you, Josh?" Jeff said as he pulled out a guest chair from under her desk and sat down, glancing around to see if anyone else was coming close. Jo merely nods and gives him a shameless smile. "I said you were caught in a shoplifting scene and had to testify. Instead it looks like you've been on a fucking porn store bender. What is that, an... L U 4 U design?" he asked in a hushed voice, abbreviating the name of the company to hide what they were discussing.

"Yeah, I think that was what it was," Jo whispered back as she adjusted her top. For some reason her tits seemed heavier now than before.

"Fucking hell, Josh. Did you even read the manual before installing that morph? You know that company pretty much just caters to the sex business. And guessing from the horns and the skin tone, I'm guessing you've gone with a su... a mhm-bus morph. You're fucking single, how the hell are you going to get fluids to feed yourself."

"Fluids?" Jo gave him a quizzical look.

"Fluids." Jeff said as he put a hand in the air to have Jo lower her voice. "As in (sexual) fluids. Of other humanoids. The bus-morphs diet requires a batch of someone else three times a day to work normally."

"Oh," Jo blinked and realized she had to go and check up that manual in a break. "Well, I guess it was high time I got myself hooked up."

"Well, sure, but this is like deciding to pick up mountain hiking by ordering airplane tickets to climb mount Everest." Jeff sighed with exasperation before pausing for a moment. "So, did you go all the way, or did you mix it up?"

"What do you mean?"

Jeff blinked his eyes. "I know we don't really discuss porn at work, but everyone who has seen a succubus-slice-of-life porn, which I assume you've done plenty of since you went and turned yourself into one, the fluids you drink from yourself change your body. You know? Like, dicks and... well, crotch fluids makes you feminine, breast milk makes you more... endowed, but still feminine."

"Oh. Well make a guess?" Jo smirked as she momentarily spun in her chair and leisurely lifted up a leg to give Jeff a view under her skirt, showing off her smooth crotch and tight thong carving its way over it. Jo had washed herself down after her session, but it was clear that her cooch was idly dripping a few beads of black juice.

Jeff was speechless to Jo's flashing her crotch, blinking and thinking. "You should get some tissues to sit on with that... so you don't have to suffer the wrath of the cleaners. We should get back to work. HR might drop by, tell them you had to witness to some shop lifting, and this," he gestured to Jo's body, "is not going to affect your work performance."

"Alright," Jo nodded and smiled to Jeff. "Thanks for helping me out," she said as Jeff awkwardly got up from his chair to avoid revealing a slight boner. Smelled that one rising a mile away. "I owe you for messing things up. Meet up for lunch outside?" She suddenly felt something fuzzy touching her on... her tail, and looked around, finding that it was actually her tail that was tracing Jeff's fuzzy tail. She withdrew her spaded tip and Jeff paused for a moment before replying. "We're definitely not having lunch in the company food court today, so sure, same time as usual," Jeff said before departing.

Jo sighed and pulled out a file with work documents from a drawer. She was feeling a bit out of sorts from multiple things. Fortunately, the operative systems seemed to be the same as before, so she could do most of her job in this new world. She was feeling sort of off and hungry, though, so Jeff probably was right about the feeding thing. She rummaged through her drawers and found a kleenex box of dry tissues which she put under her crotch and skirt, just in case her squirty pussy decided to get aroused by fantasizing... about getting slowly knotted by Jeff's doggy donger, his hands grasping her butt and forcing it inside... Jo shook her head and pressed her legs together. "No, I must focus," she whispered to herself. "You're a professional. Get to work."