FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Disclaimer - To collaboratively harness cross functional growth strategies, this story energistically actualizes innovative potentialities. This is to say that by efficiently empowering future-proof testing procedures, this tale manages to turn a bunch of employees into lusty lizard ladies. If completely reintermediating leveraged benefits via sensuous reptilian women encouraging a new synergistic and very proactive schema sounds like something you wouldn't enjoy watching, then this story might not be for you. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

LLL LLC

Adam stared blearily at his computer in the corner cubicle on the seventh floor as he shifted lines of code around, stifling a yawn.

He wasn't really sure how a search engine was supposed to 'synergistically expedite parallel best practices,' but whatever they had cooked up this time couldn't even get a return at this point. Rubbing his fingers through his mussed up blonde hair, he kept his eyes fixed on the screen before tugging at his collar, loosening the thin black tie that he always did up too tight in the morning. On most days he ended up tugging it slowly looser as he encountered the challenges of his job.

He could have made it so much easier if he'd been in charge from the start.

Although he was just debugging code now . . . in ten years? Adam was going to make it to the top. Mr. Dobs, the company's founder, was the perfect role-model. All you needed to do was work hard, be smart, and eventually life would give you everything you deserved.

Turning back to the flickering cursor of his computer, he focused in, hunting for the end of a bracket when something slid over the top of his pressboard desk.

"Hey," Adam complained without looking up, typing out a brief note to mark his place. He begrudgingly broke his eyes away from the screen just in time to see a deep red scaly tail brush past the edge of his desk, knocking over his tape dispenser and stapler. He turned his head to the side, lips opening in a silent three word question as his eyes followed the tail to a nude and rather buxom scarlet lizard woman. She paused just long enough to wink back at him with a bright green eye before sashaying around the corner, twisting wine-colored tail swaying mischievously behind her, brushing against the edge of his cubicle in an oddly suggestive manner.

The first thing Adam did was blink. As this did not immediately help explain the situation, he tried several more times, but with no luck. He stood up, pulling himself around the corner as he looked both directions down the hallway.

Nothing.

Not a nude voluptuous lizard woman in sight. Adam held up his hand like he had a question for the universe before lowering it ineffectually.

"Hey, Marge?" he asked, leaning around the corner to the next cubicle over.

Her domain was a tangle of overgrown potted plants. Because of her verdant surroundings, her long grey hair and brightly painted canary yellow nails made her look like a fashion sensitive bespectacled Jane Goodall trying to bitterly suss out an understanding of her office computer.

"Good morning, Adam," She said almost accusingly as she worked on transcribing from some old yellowing book titled 'Customer Directed Process Improvements.'

"Yeah, hi. Did you see someone weird just walk by here? Like, someone wearing red?"

He was about to say more before he realized how crazy it would sound.

"The only thing that I've seen all morning is my co-worker who always forgets to say good morning like an actual human being," she said in a preachy monotone. Her typing didn't slow as she spoke, long nailed fingers apparently operated by a different part of her brain than what was in charge of thinly veiled chastisements.

"Right. Sorry sorry," Adam acquiesced, despite the fact that he was obviously not repenting for the practice. "But you didn't see anything . . . weird? Like a . . . a new employee? Woman? Uhh, tall?"

Lizard. Naked. He continued on in his head, still able to perfectly visualize her rounded rump and undulating tail.

"We are supposed to get someone from corporate over today," Marge replied in her usual uninterested droll as she typed.

"Right . . . that must have been it," Adam replied as he swung himself back into the safety of his own cubicle before picking up his fallen office supplies and placing them back on the unused corner of his desk. He was still unsure why they gave him tape when his only job was fixing other people's poorly actualized coding.

It was obviously far too early to exist without the aid of coffee.

Adam yawned and stretched before leaving the impossible experience behind him, wandering through the maze of cubicles towards the break room. The normal motivational poster hung on the wall by the open door:

Dream it.

Believe it.

Achieve it.

It wasn't bad advice necessarily, but it was so vague that no one would ever find it practically useful. It could be used to encourage anyone from a kid who wanted a unicorn to a serial killer.

Walking through the open doorframe, Adam was greeted with the most unpleasant of sights. Jared the HR guy was there, his greedy fingers pouring the last bit of life-giving brown fluid into his mug that read 'I (picture of Godzilla) coffee.' It fit his somewhat nerdy vibe, always wearing a vest instead of a tie, and far too willing to harp on about some god-awful movie.

"I don't suppose there's any left?" Adam asked, highly suspicious that Jared was already on his third or fourth cup while _he_was still stuck in a lucid dream.

"Sorry, man." Jared shook the last few drops from the carafe as if to prove his point. "Looks like we'll have to put another pot on." He set the pot down on the counter, but left the lid open as if that somehow helped. "You look like you could use some."

"It's been a rough one," Adam sighed. "I swear to god that I'm seeing things today." He opened up the cabinet above the counter, eyes narrowing as he saw that there were no more grounds left.

"Like what?" Jared asked, leaning back against the corner of the counter and taking an overly loud sip of caffeinated ambrosia.

"Like . . ." Adam paused looking back at his coworker. He tilted his head as he stared at Jared's mug, brows furrowing. Instead of a Japanese rubber suit monster, the cup now read 'I (a curvaceous red lizard woman) coffee.' Adam blinked a few times, but the imaged remained, clear as day. "Where'd you get that mug anyways?"

"It's the best, right?" Jared proudly took another sip. "They were just handing them out at the premier. I swear it just makes this stuff taste better. I don't even wash it anymore." He proclaimed as if it were a badge of honor. "You should really go see it. It's got these really cool special effects where the people start turning into . . ."

Adam listened to the ramble for half a second before his brain shut off.

"I need to go get more grounds," he said before he excused himself with a sigh, walking back through the open door. Jared just shrugged and took another sip as he watched Adam go, his tongue lapping over the rim of the mug with far more enthusiasm than was strictly necessary.

The supply closet in which the grounds were kept was on the other side of the office. This seemed like a poor decision in Adam's eyes, but like many of the rules in the company, there was little he could do but follow them. Stepping past Marge's cubicle, he noticed that the clicking of her nails on her keyboard was even louder than normal. Glancing over her shoulder, he saw she was still transcribing that book. Or maybe it was a different one? The title on the red scale-patterned cover seemed a little bit different: 'Employee Directed Figure Improvements.' She was leaned in close to the monitor, long curved nails clacking away as if she were devouring the words with her eyes.

Blearily, he made his way to the other side of the office, unlocked the storage closet with his keycard, and removed a can of coffee grounds from the shelf. As he walked back, he was surprised at how quiet it was. It was as if the usual background buzz of morning malaise had been replaced with an atmosphere of fervent focus. Maybe there was some big project due and the other departments were under the gun. For Adam though, it just seemed very much like a usual 'hurry up and wait' day at the office.

He snorted as he passed the motivational poster once again:

Dream it.

Desire it.

Become it.

Adam stopped for a moment. Something seemed off about the poster. It was hanging in the same place, and contained the same nonspecific platitudes as before . . . but did it always have those stylized gleaming green eyes and red reptilian muzzle staring down from the top?

Maybe someone was just playing some kind of office-wide prank: like when the assholes in marketing had replaced all of the normal pens with ones that only wrote in hot pink. More likely though, he'd just never bothered to look at the poster that carefully before, not that it really mattered.

The only thing he really needed was a steady drip of caffeine. All other thinking could wait.

As he strode back to the breakroom, something caught his eye. A sinuous garnet-colored tail swayed gently from side to side, his eyes following it up to the shapely rear of the same nude lizard woman he'd seen before. She winked at him with a beaming green eye before she turned the corner.

Adam did a double take.

"Wait!" he called out, his shout getting a few glares from various people typing busily away at their cubicles. He took a few hurried steps, stopping at the door to the break room. "Shit. Jared, you have to fucking see this. There's a . . ."

Adam cut off mid-sentence, the can of coffee grounds tumbling end over end from his fingers as it smashed against the linoleum and spewed fragrant brown coffee dust all over the floor. Where Jared had once leaned on the counter now stood a vermilion scaled lizard woman, body a few shades lighter than the one who'd winked at him. She wore only a tight green vest that barely contained her voluptuous breasts. The feminine creature looked up at him quizzically, long forked tongue darting out into her empty cup.

"Jared . . .? What. The. Fuck!?" Adam fell back against the doorframe as the vibrant rose-colored lizard lady walked casually forwards, dark talons on her feet clicking against the floor. She leaned down and took a pinch of the spilled coffee grounds, tongue flickering out as she looked at Adam accusingly before looking longingly back at the empty coffee machine and biting her lip. Without a word, she slid past Adam, her warm scales rubbing against his body as she left, perhaps to find a department that had a pot already on the boil.

"Wait, you can't just . . . leave. Why are you, I mean . . .What . . . What!?" Adam sputtered, reaching out to grab his departing coworker.

"What in tarnation is this!?" a gruff voice demanded, interrupting Adam's attempt to make sense of the world. A weathered hand grabbed Adam and spun him around to face Crowley, their janitor, pointing down at the explosion of coffee dust on the floor accusingly. "Do you think this is some sort of game?"

"No, you don't understand," Adam protested. "Look, something turned Jared into some kind of freaky lizard thing! We have to do something." His heart pounded in his chest as he glanced around at the office, a few people peeking over the walls of their cubicles at him to see what all the commotion was.

"And I'm sure the tooth fairy is the one who spilled all of this coffee then, eh?" Crowley spat. "You know the rules. This is your mess, so you clean it up!"

"But you're the janitor! And we have to find the lizard people and . . ." Adam began, words trailing away as he saw everyone staring at him like he was some sort of asshole.

"I'm here for maintenance, not cleaning up after lippy man-children," Crowley growled before grabbing Adam by the collar and dragging him towards the custodial supply closet.

Adam tried to pull back, but his slight frame didn't make it easy, and he didn't want to make another scene. Everyone was staring at him as if he had just been outed as the guy who somehow pisses on the seat in every public restroom. His shoulders slumped as Crowley let go, depositing him to the side of the door like a child in time out.

"I'll give you a broom and dustpan, and then you can deal with the mess you made." The door swung shut behind the disgruntled custodian, but Adam could still hear him grumbling as he started rummaging through his domain. "Lucky I don't make you sweep the entire goddamn floor. Good for nothing entitled brat. Back in my day . . ."

Raising his palm to his face, Adam tried taking a few deep breaths. This was obviously just some sort of joke he wasn't in on. He looked over the floor of the office, the heads peeking over the edges of the cubicles dipping back down like bashful meerkats. He pulled at his collar, loosening his tie a bit more. His skin felt a little chafed around his neck, flesh looking a little bit red. He scratched at it idly, pulling back his fingers and looking at his nails. It didn't really itch or anything, but it did feel a little rough under his fingertips. Maybe he'd been working too hard. Or maybe it was just too hot in here. It felt like someone had cranked up the thermostat once again.

How long did it take to just get a broom?

Leaning back against the wall, Adam let his eyes wander through the honeycomb of tightly packed cubes around the office. It seemed like more people were taking after Marge recently. There were a lot more broad leafy fronds poking over the edges of other people's cubicles.

Adam sighed. This was taking forever.

The noises coming from inside the closet changed. Adam cocked his head as he listened. Instead of the rough rummaging noise from before, it was now closer to a rhythmic thudding. Likewise, Crowley's grumbles were now spaced out little gasps and groans.

Adam pounded on the door. "Come on. I haven't got all day!" he complained.

The interspersed moans from inside only grew in volume though. Was the old man having a stroke? Adam turned and yanked the door open to a high-pitched squeal of delight.

Inside the cramped room was a bright red-scaled lizard woman with a voluptuous figure dressed only in a stained blue janitor's shirt. Her tail swished about behind her as she rocked her hips forwards, a polished plastic broom handle sliding in and out of her pronounced female slit.

"Holy fuck . . ." Adam swore, unable to take his eyes off of the impossible scene before him.

The scarlet scaled creature's full breasts jostled with every thrust as she ground the slick handle deeper inside of herself. Her heavy lizard-like tail lashed behind her, knocking a few bottles and boxes to the ground behind her. Adam's mouth hung open as he saw that they were labeled "Scale Polish" and "Lizard Lotion." The impossible smooth scaled saurian creature moaned and grabbed the broom with two clawed hands, tail stiffening behind her as her cunt quivered and leaked out a dribble of slickness onto the floor below.

"Crowley . . . What happened!?" Adam stammered as the buxom reptile looked up towards him, crimson eyelids fluttering over her bright yellow eyes. She tugged the somewhat phallic broom handle from herself, the textured grip sliding out with a small pop. Confidently walking forwards, she pushed the broom into Adam's chest, before shoving past him and slinking out between the cubicles.

"Look!" Adam shouted to the office at large. "Do you all not see this!? There's a . . . a . . . a giant red lizard lady walking around in here!" He pointed as his voice cracked.

A few disapproving heads popped up from above their cubicles.

"This is insane! Is this some kind of joke!?" He angrily lifted up the broom in one hand, fingers squelching slightly as they squeezed around the rubbery grip.

"Shhhhhhhh." A peevish looking man with dark hair and glasses held a finger up to his lips, staring at Adam reproachfully.

"Don't you shush me. This is serious!" Adam thundered. His heart thudded in his chest. His fingers felt strange too. He looked down at where his white-knuckled hand wrapped around the handle of the broom as those very same knuckles turned red and scaly. He dropped the broom and wiped his hand against himself like a particularly amorous spider had landed on it and refused to let go. The scales however, remained, faintly gleaming with the cooling dampness that Crowley had left on the handle.

"Do you see this!?" his voice squeaked as he shouted. Staring in morbid curiosity, Adam made a fist as his fingernails began to darken, scales tickling up along his digits in gleaming waves. He tried to rub them off with his other hand, but that just seemed to spread the disease to his unaffected fingers. The scales didn't come off, making him wince as he tried prying at one. It wasn't like they were just attached to his skin, he could feel them like they were his skin. His glistening red sexy skin . . .

He shook his head and growled out wordlessly in disgust as he tried to sort out his thoughts.

More heads peeked out from behind their cubicle dividers, and the shushing just got louder. Oddly though, the sound wasn't quite what he had taken it to be. Instead of the usual disgruntled 'shhhhhhhh' it was more of a sensuous 'Sssssssss.'

Tearing his gaze away from his changing hands, he looked back at the office. The various heads looking over the fabric lined divisions were becoming scaly and reptilian. Clumps of hair drifted down from shoulders as glasses were knocked askew by developing snouts. Long tongues flickered towards him as they hissed out, sounding not like a threatened animal, but like someone in pleasure breathing in through their teeth, encouraging their lover to continue on with some lewd, alien ministrations.

It was too much.

In wide-eyed paranoia, Adam spun from one direction to the other. There should be screams, or panic, or the sound of sirens, but instead there was the occasional castanet-like clacks of claws against a keyboard and that steady oddly hypnotic hiss.

Someone had to do something about this. He had to tell management!

Dashing around the edges of the cubicles, he saw his coworkers idly typing their humanity away. Marge was still transcribing her book, her painted yellow claws clanking away as her forming tail swayed from side to side, poking out from under her dress.

He dashed around the corner towards the elevator banks, but his madcap pace was slowed as he reached the plate-glass walls of the meeting room. There was the darker colored lizard woman that he saw first, still stark naked, a telescopic pointer grasped in her claws as she tapped at the large screen in the front. Ten employees from finance sat watching, seemingly enraptured as she continued with the presentation. It was hard to tell if they were looking at the slides, or just her magnificent body: shapely hips and full breasts with wide merlot-colored nipples.

Adam shook his head, trying to fight the crimson haze that crept into his thoughts. He banged his fists against the glass, but not a single member of the meeting so much as turned in his direction, save for the busty lizard, who spared a second to give him a green-eyed wink before changing the slide.

The projector clicked, screen flickering white for a moment before showing a clip-art flowchart of a normal business.

1. The employees showed up at the company.

2. Management told them what to do.

3. They ended up with stacks of dollar bills.

She pointed to each step in turn, and the finance department nodded along, some occasionally leaning towards a colleague to whisper something in their ear. The two members closest to the sultry garnet reptile woman scooted closer, on the very edges of their seats. The only person who didn't seemed enthused was David, a young man with large sideburns in a tailored suit who sat at the opposite end of the table with his arms crossed, obviously not impressed.

Adam shouted in desperation as he saw the light from the projection glitter from the gold creeping into their irises while their skin began to pinken, slowly shifting into bright red. His own nails thickened, pulling out into curved claws as he dragged them down the smooth soundproof glass.

She clicked forward to the next slide, the light gleaming off her dark cherry-colored scales, voluptuous body casting a curvy silhouette as she walked to the other side of the screen, swaying her hips from side to side. The same diagram had been altered slightly.

1. The employees showed up at the company.

2. A caricature of the well-endowed humanoid female reptile told them what to do.

3. Many happy and productive red lizard ladies burst through business clothes as they ground together in a writhing knot of pleasure.

The coy lizard lady grinned, seemingly enjoying the attention before leaning down, grabbing the nearest member of the accounting team by the tie, and then pulling his mouth against her own. His spine stiffened, and then lengthened as he melted into the kiss. Her deft fingers glided over his body, squeezing in at his waist and coaxing his hips out wider. The changing man's claws ripped through his own shirt as his breasts blossomed out while he cupped them. By the time he pulled back from the kiss, his own long forked tongue flicked out and entwined briefly with her own.

David simply sighed and rubbed his eyes in exasperation, as if this was merely just another unproductive meeting.

However, the reaction amongst the other members of the group was immediate. Some turned to their partners, seemingly unable to help themselves as they started to grind against each other, kissing almost desperately. Others stood and trundled over to their new boss, leaning in against her smooth red scales, huffing in her alluring scent. A woman knelt between the darker red lizard lady's legs, shoving her head in between the creatures rounded muscular thighs and lapping out eagerly at her bared pussy. The presenter just smiled as she ran her claws through the woman's thinning hair, pulling the female's face firmly against her crotch as the newest convert's head pushed out into a lust-struck reptilian muzzle.

Adam watched in horror, banging at the glass ineffectually, but also unable to tear his eyes away from the scene. He pressed his face up against the transparent barrier, focusing in on the swelling tails and budding breasts. Soon, his warning shouts could be mistaken for moans as he watched them lick and rub and grind as they swelled into well-endowed female lizards just a half-shade lighter than their boss, who had to be the same lizard who had knocked the tape dispenser off of his desk. She had been so close to him . . . His hand began to wander between his legs.

Suddenly, the lizards in tatters of human clothing stopped. Adam blushed, figuring that they were all looking at him as he tore his hand away from the waist of his pants. Instead though, their gazes fell on David's grim-faced expression as he sat there, seemingly nonplussed by the fact that the rules of reality were unraveling around him. Adam couldn't hear a thing through the thick glass, but the man seemed livid.

Adam nodded. Good. That was the right reaction. This wasn't normal.

The other members of the team all turned on the dour man, slowly advancing, widening hips swaying as their forked tongues flicked in and out from their saurian snouts. The head lizard tapped her pointer against one of her palms as if it were a riding crop while the rising wave of lusty red crashed over the recalcitrant member of their team. Adam's breathing deepened as he watched a curvaceous lizard lean in from behind the man's chair, letting her full breasts press against the back of his head. The others draped themselves against his body, holding onto his arms as they nuzzled against him with their smooth scaly snouts.

Adam's face pressed flush against the glass, his breath fogging up the surface as he watched one of the accountants wearing the remnants of her skirt kneel before the trapped man and undo his fly. Her tail writhed against the floor as she freed his member, red scaled hand tracing up his length. It was hard to tell if David was struggling or not behind the wall of red scaly flesh. His hips jerked as the lusty lizard brushed her tongue against the head of his cock before sliding down and taking his stiff member into her balmy muzzle. She tweaked at her own pronounced nipples, her breasts swelling slightly as she began to bob her head. Her muscles strained under her glossy skin as she explained her position to David in the most carnal way possible, seemingly addicted as she rocked her head against him, nostrils flaring and drinking in his scent.

The motions of her gliding up and down became shorter and faster, like there was less length to cover each time. Adam shouted in alarmed arousal as he saw the wave of scales fanning out from the man's crotch, his clothes in tatters as the other lizards fawned over him in a tangle of shapely cherry scales. Adam could almost feel it himself, his breath coming out in sharper and sharper pants, almost closer to breathy hissing. He watched David's face creak forwards, stretching lips locked against another lizard's as his eyes began to gleam golden, half-lidded with lust. His fingers idly caressed the stiff nipples of the lizards beside him.

When the lizard between David's legs pulled back, she revealed not a shaft, but a glistening female slit. When she licked at it teasingly, he shuddered, body tensing as he arched his back and a tail haltingly creaked out behind him, making him slide forwards as it snaked to the side of the chair. Two eager lizard ladies rubbed their dexterous claws against his chest, coaxing the red tide of scales up as his pectorals bulged, swelling out slowly as he hissed, tongue flickering out while the tip split into a fork. As the hands kneaded at David's chest, the two masses swelled into jostling mounds of scaly feminine flesh, his nipples widening as careful claws pinched and squeezed at them, his human flesh turning a rich blood red. His new full breasts jiggled as he was engulfed in a tangle of feminine admiration, his long scaly talons bursting through his shoes as they clenched in little fits of pleasure.

Adam didn't even realize that he was licking the window by this point. His nostrils flared and pulled further apart as he absentmindedly ground the heel of his palm against his erection through his slacks. With every lick against the glass, his tongue stretched a little further, the tip tingling as it split into distinct pink fleshy tines.

Suddenly, something thudded against the other side of the glass, knocking Adam out of his voyeuristic revelry. The original lizard lady was there, her tits mashed up against the window as she flicked her tongue against the other side of the glass coquettishly.

Adam's hands flew up to his face, feeling the contours of his half-formed muzzle as he saw his distorted reflection in the glass overlaid with the lead lizard's grinning vermilion visage. The sultry lizard plastered her scaly body against the glass and looked between Adam and the door to the meeting room suggestively, beckoning with a long curling claw.

It was almost physically painful to pull his gaze away from her. Adam could see everything: every glossy scale, her nipples flattened against the glass, even the taut edges of her bared pussy.

He staggered to the side. This wasn't the time to get distracted, and yet it was so hard to look away as she impishly licked against the window in the same spot that he had steamed up earlier. Stumbling, he had to literally tear himself away from her, lumbering down the hall towards the elevators. He felt his oddly sensitive nipples rubbing against the inside of his shirt as he rolled his new slippery tongue around inside of his mouth.

Reaching the elevator bank, he mashed at the up button before leaning against the wall and panting, stress starting to wear on him. He stared down at his crotch and squeezed the bulge of his erection just to be sure, letting out a sigh of relief as he felt his half-hard cock through the fabric.

It was tempting to reach in and check on himself, but he didn't want to get distracted. He had to warn the CEO, or just hole up on the top floor. They had better security up there, and they'd have to let Adam in. He wasn't one of those red scaled freaks: those luscious rounded reptilian monstrosities . . .

His tongue flickered out into the air. Blushing, he clamped his hand over his mouth and continued mashing at the button.

As soon as the door chimed, he threw himself into the opening doors and mashed at the (>||<) button.

"In a hurry?"

A casually bored feminine voice caused Adam to whirl around. He sighed a breath of relief when he saw Janet, Mr. Dobs' personal assistant, his completely human personal assistant, dressed in her sharp business attire as usual, her brunette hair pulled back into a tight bun. She adjusted her glasses, holding a manila folder under one arm as she looked at Adam quizzically.

"Trying out a new look?" She chuckled, looking at the flush of red scales crawling up his neck in the same way that someone might inspect a new haircut.

"We've got to get to the top. They're after me!" Adam braced himself against the corner of the elevator as he stared at her imploringly.

"Who's they? Are you guys doing that sock assassin thing again?" she sighed and clicked her tongue. "You know Mr. Dobs said it was against company policy."

"No. You don't understand! They're taking over. Red lizard people with big . . ." He fumbled with his words as he continued in hysterics. "Tails, and claws and . . ." He licked his lips, tongue flickering out and sliding from left to right automatically as he thought about other parts of their scaly red bodies.

"Right," she chuckled rolling her eyes. "And then the illuminati are going to barge in and put chemicals in the water that turn all of our frogs gay."

"They're not frogs! They're . . ." The elevator bumped to a halt and the door began to slide open, still only on floor 27 of 32. "Wait no don't . . ."

He mashed at the (>||<) button again, but the door continued to part, revealing a voluptuous scarlet scaled lizard lady wearing only a pearl necklace who sauntered casually into the elevator.

Adam screamed as he hurled himself from the elevator, falling to the floor and looking back as Janet stared into the sultry creature's yellow eyes.

"Janet, You've got to get out of there! They're going to change you into one of them! Don't touch her!" He warned as the busty lizard lady closed in, pulling her body against the secretary's own. Janet leaned in, a grin spreading over her face before the lizard gave her a quick smooch.

"Don't be such a prude, Adam. Jeeze." She laughed before she hugged the seductive lizard close and they shared a deep kiss. The lizard's claws ran over her clothes, squeezing in at her rump as the doors started to close. The last Adam saw was a tail bursting forth from behind the secretary as the stainless-steel plates clanked together.

Adam ground his teeth, a hiss of anger escaping his lips. Why wasn't anyone panicking? This was some sort of invasion! He pushed himself to his feet, wobbling a bit because his shoes seemed too tight. He looked up at the floor directory in the elevator bank. This floor was marketing . . . but past that, also a security station. If he could make it there, maybe they could help him . . .

He turned the corner into the main floor and his jaw dropped.

They were everywhere, glossy red bodies glinting under the office lights, some carrying small signs of their previous humanity: a pastel blue scarf, a belt hanging loosely over luscious hips, even one pair of cuffs with links completely detached from any shirt. Half seemed to go about their normal business lives while the other half seemed interested only in debauchery, gathering in odd corners in groups of five or six and rubbing their sleek forms together while looking up at the ceilings with a strange fixation.

The very office itself seemed to be changing, which was of course patently absurd. The tape dispenser on the desk near him had a roll of glossy black tape in it that looked like it was meant to stick on people rather than paper. Likewise, a mechanical pencil sharpener had a very large pink length sticking out of it that buzzed occasionally, far too thick to be a pencil. In the middle of the floor, a lizard lady in oddly revealing coveralls had removed a ceiling fan and was just finishing installing a large rounded heat-lamp into the ceiling.

A titter of sibilant laughter drew Adam's horrified gaze to where a gaggle of the lizard ladies pressed in around a copier, tails twisting excitedly behind them as they lifted a half-changed advertising executive onto the open glowing surface. He had a dumb grin on his face as their black talons neatly tore away most of his clothes and a few reptilian heads pressed in, tongues flickering over his dark mahogany skin.

Adam wanted to shout out a warning, to tell him to run, but he didn't want them to turn on him. He remembered what had happened to the recalcitrant accountant as they drowned in a sea of glittering red affection.

Light rhythmically flashed from the copier as it began to churn out black-and-white copies of the man's rump, each slightly larger than the last as the human's rear began to swell. The slowly printing pages were like a lascivious stop motion animation, a scaly hand reaching in and caressing the man's testicles as they shrunk back, pulling into his body. An index finger pressed down at his member, pressing its dwindling length back against him. Another hand slid in, two clawed fingers rubbing below his shrinking shaft. The fingers pressed in tight and then pulled apart, the man letting out a feminine gasp as she parted his newly formed pussy which dribbled down a bead of clear pleasure that distorted a spot on the copies.

More scales covered his flesh that was squashed against the glass pane as he writhed and groaned. As his member shrank, his tail pushed out from behind, just a nub at first, but soon you could see it twitching to a different side in every copy as delicate reptilian hands rubbed and tugged at the length. One impish lizard took the tapering tip of the tail and brought the twitching length up to her lips, suckling at it with lewd sloppy laps. New muscles bulged beneath his scaly skin. His hands spread out against the glass plate as he made out with the lizard lady before him. The digits grew in every copy, pressing out longer and spreading wider. His nails grew thicker and thicker, curling into something that looked more like a gracefully curved extra joint.

Two lizards leaned in and pressed their muzzles against the changing man's face, sharing a sloppy three-way kiss as his own visage began to haltingly creak out. Their eager questing hands rubbed down past his shoulders, rubbing in at his chest with insistent pressure. He groaned into their muzzles as his chest began to swell out, hard muscle softening into luscious flesh that they ground their palms against. Soon, the two generous female mounds were defined enough for the lizards to mash them together, one of the other onlookers pressing her face in to brush her tongue against his stiffening brick-colored nipples.

Soon the man looked just like the other lizards, giggling as he slid off the copier and helping the others as they grabbed a confused looking intern to fill the vacant place on the glowing glass of the machine.

Adam decided not to go that way.

He ducked down behind the cubicle walls as best he could, peeking up to get his bearings occasionally. He snatched a memo off of a desk to try and glean some kind of information about the takeover, but all it included was a self-taken picture of someone angled down at their swelling red breasts. The bottom included a note from management:

' Ssss ss ssss ssss Ssss Ssss!'

Adam grumbled as he skulked around a corner, tearing up the memo and tossing it to the ground. None of this made any goddamn sense. He froze as a gaggle of giggling lizards turned the corner, walking straight at him. He desperately turned around, wide eyes scanning for an escape route before seeing the bathrooms and fixing on the sign for the men's toilets, the blocky male stick-figure a bastion of masculinity in the increasingly effeminate office world. He lunged for the door and pulled himself inside, breathing a sigh of relief as he found the interior to be the brightly lit restroom that he expected.

Hearing claws clack against the door handle behind him, he ducked into a stall. Adam had been hoping that they would respect the sanctity of the male restroom, but apparently nothing was sacred to the scaly harlots. He lifted his feet onto the closed seat of the toilet, hands wrapped around his knees as he heard multiple sets of taloned feet clicking against the tile floor. Now there was no way he could make it back to the door, but maybe they didn't know he was in here? He could just wait them out . . .

The sounds of the lizards walking echoed oddly loudly through the room as Adam tried to slow his breathing, feeling like a character stuck in a bad horror movie. The air was even starting to get kind of foggy, a warm mist creeping in. Even the lights seemed a little less harsh, their bulbs putting off a pleasant orange glow that made the room relaxingly dim. The door swung open again, but instead of the sounds of lizards leaving, more tapping talons wandered in, accompanied by hissing giggles and whispers.

Adam cocked his head to the side, almost holding his breath. He could hear running water . . . Not like someone had left the tap on, but more like the gentle sound of a babbling brook, punctuated by echoing drips and splashes. The air became hazier: so warm and thick that it was almost hard to breathe. Adam also noticed a strange floral scent permeating the fog. His somewhat flattened nostrils flared and his tongue snaked out unbidden as he took in the balmy smell: like cloves and freshly cut flowers smothered under a heap of some other deep rich scent. He couldn't remember anything else in his life smelling quite so peculiar. It was like a tangible force of spiced sweetness that he drew in with every breath.

He put one hand to his chest, feeling it rise and fall, idly rubbing at himself as he listened to the wet splashes and hisses coming from outside the stall. There was something off, but he couldn't quite place it. Maybe this was just what a normal ladies room sounded like, sans all the hissing and clacking. Every breath was a little bit harder to take than the last, but it still felt so nice, the heel of his palm grinding against his soft fleshy chest as he drank in that rich heady scent.

It took two of his buttons flying off his shirt and plinking against the brushed aluminum stall door to snap Adam out of his mental haze. He cursed softly, looking down to see two pert red scaled fleshy lumps pressing out from his chest, parting the front of his shirt just enough for him to see his developing breasts. They weren't nearly as large as the ones that he'd seen on all of the other voluptuous lizards. He reached inside his shirt experimentally, hissing in as a claw brushed over one swollen nipple, feeling it stiffen at the contact, making him want to knead in against the pillowy mound again . . .

Shaking his head, Adam resisted the urge, staring around with increasing paranoia. This thick fog . . . They were trying to poison him! That's what all of the devilish creatures had followed him into the bathroom for!

Steeling himself, he stood shakily and unlocked the door. He burst out of the stall shouting with his crimson fists raised in front of him, ready to fight his way out if need be. However, the room he barged into was almost nothing like the male bathroom he had ducked into.

Pools of water were sunken into the heated tile floors of the oddly expansive room. Water steamed as it cascaded into the basins through a series of half-pipes that looked like they belonged in an M.C. Escher painting. Lizard ladies ringed the pools, soaking their carmine scales as they lounged back in the steaming water. Their bodies were shaped differently than the others though, rounded bellies protruding from the water like smooth red islands, breasts even more pronounced than normal with swollen heavy nipples. They looked almost pregnant . . .

Multiple inquisitive reptilian snouts turned towards him as he skidded to a halt. Non-gravid attendants were rubbing some kind of ointment onto the shoulders and domed bellies of their brethren, some even venturing to rub more than that. A flush crept into Adam's cheeks, his skin turning pink before the scales began to spread up further along his lengthened face. He watched as two lizards heavy with child both leaned their necks towards each other, sharing a relaxed sigh as their scales were polished by the eager attendants behind them. Adam could feel his own chest twinge as one reached up to gently caress the other's swollen breast, a faint white dribble leaking from the lizard's puffy nipple.

He'd been expecting a conflict, but he couldn't fight in here. Even though this was some kind of sinister extra-dimensional invasion, there was no way he was going to pick a fight with a bunch of pregnant women . . . even if they were bewitching lizard women. His eyes darted from pool to pool, seeing all of the gravid lizards staring at him as if _he_was the one in the wrong place.

Slowly pacing backwards, he let out a yelp as he bumped into something, turning to find a solid brushed metal post with shower heads radiating out in every direction. There was also one of the svelte lizards there staring at him, a red towel stretched between her hands with a white leathery egg the size of a football resting on it. She flicked her tongue out and in as she looked towards Adam expectantly. He could almost feel something physically pulling him towards the egg. He wanted to protect it, to nurture it, to feel it inside of him.

But that wasn't right!

He groaned as he shook his head, running a scaled hand over his deformed face. He turned around with a lurching stumble and lumbered towards the door, butting against it with his shoulder as he emerged into the brightness of the office again. He panted as he looked back at the door. The two bathroom signs had changed. The women's restroom now bore a generously endowed curvaceous lizard woman, while the side that he went into had a silhouette of a pregnant lizard cupping her swollen belly in her hands.

The whole office seemed to be operating on dream logic, but it was too vivid, too distinct to be some fevered creation of his own mind. He crouched down and stalked along the outsides of the cubicles as best he could. Despite trying to keep his head down, he couldn't help but notice that the company calendars pinned to the walls all had stunning nude pinups of toothsome crimson lizard ladies in poses that were as sensual as they were athletically impressive. Likewise, every blank whiteboard had been filled with suggestive doodles of big chested lizards. One such drawing made him gulp: a running red curvy stick-figure chasing after another black and white stick-figure in a tie, soon resulting in two simplified curvy reptilian figures that then engaged in debauchery only fit for doodles in the margins of the Kama Sutra.

Adam gulped before plowing on.

It wasn't necessarily that he was trained as some sort of cubicle ninja, but most of the lizards just seemed to ignore Adam. Sometimes one would look down at him quizzically, but they all apparently had more important things to do, such as filing papers, answering emails, or grinding their smooth bodies together. He came upon a small pocket of lizards that used to work for the marketing department, all huddled around a computer. Adam dared to look over their shoulders, watching them cut together a new ad.

A couple walking in the park.

Green eyes and red scaly lips turning up into an enticing grin.

A woman wiping her brow after a long day's work, taking out her phone.

A tail swaying to and fro behind toned wine-scaled buttocks.

Letting lose a snort of laughter, a man cradles a phone on his shoulder as he cuts vegetables for dinner.

Two clawed hands press in from either side, mashing a set of scaly breasts together as the reptilian chest heaves.

The couple from the park embrace, the woman squeezing at the man's dwindling member, their faces pressing out into muzzles as they kiss.

A flickering forked tongue curling around a clawed finger.

The hard worker shakes her head as she gets out of her car, blonde hair cascading down from her shoulders like wheat blown in the wind.

A shot of the darker scaled green-eyed lizard from below. She looks down, rubbing a dark claw across her svelte belly to trace around the edges of her bared labia.

The now scaly and curvaceous worker comes home to find her husband made a full candle lit dinner. Pan over to the husband, legs spread on the couch, growing breasts jostling as he pumps his fingers inside of his freshly formed slit. They fall together in a ruby tangle of writhing limbs, tails, and lust.

Fade to black with the company logo of a stylized red reptilian face and two rounded breasts.

'LLL LLC. We Invest in You'

_ _

The team exchanged high-fives, patting each other on their backs, and other places. Then, almost as one, they turned towards Adam expectantly, their golden eyes gleaming with curiosity as if waiting for constructive feedback. He averted his gaze and kept walking, shuffling away as he swore that he could hear their hissing laughter behind him.

What were they actually selling, anyways? This business model didn't make any sense. Despite all the obviously impossible things happening around him, Adam was stuck thinking about how they were expecting to turn a profit.

He edged ever closer towards the security room, dashing a little over-dramatically across the hall before slipping inside. It wasn't the head security office for the company, just one of the offshoots for the upper floors. The front desk was deserted. Adam peered over it, finding everything was in its place: a dirty mug full of leaking pens, a flickering outdated computer monitor, and a vacant padded office chair. This was a good sign. Maybe the security team really _had_holed up and saved themselves from the spreading lizard weirdness.

A strange noise periodically drifted out from behind the sliding door in the back: a tapping click followed by a wet rustling. Adam knocked at the door, receiving no response as the noises continued unabated. Usually a door like this would be locked, which is why Adam was taken aback when it slid open in front of him.

There were two banks of black and white monitors on either side of the room, each with one larger screen in the center. Adam stared at the two seated guards-turned-lizards: one wearing a revealing security vest, the other only a belt holding a walkie talkie. They ignored him and stared fixated at the screens in which greyscale reptiles around the offices ground their sultry bodies together. From the back, Adam could see that each guard had an arm crossing over and resting between the other's thick scaly thighs. With the loud click of a claw on the mouse, the image on the large screen in the center changed . . .

A gaggle of lizard ladies in a hallway look up into the camera, waving and grinning like they're college students on spring break. Two embrace, sharing a kiss as they grind shamelessly together. One leans over, raises her rounded rump, and bares her pussy as her tail lashes from side to side eagerly. Another sultry lizard catches the tip of the wagging tail, squeezing and licking at it as if it were a popsicle on a hot day. She grins straight out at the viewer through the screen as she pulls the wriggling tail tip from her jaws, drawing the smooth length down below her thighs. Her mouth opens in a short gasp as she sinks the jerking length into her glistening cunt. Her back arches as the tail lashes and writhes inside of her. She reaches down a finger and strokes the edges of the tail owner's bared pussy as the muscular tail pumps into her with clumsy enthusiasm.

_ _

Squelch. Squish. Click.

A confused delivery boy is flanked at reception by two secretary lizards wearing spectacles. They seem much less interested in the box in his hands than they do by his package. One pulls him forward, the box falling to the floor as she kisses him, his cheeks flushing ashen on the flickering screen. She presses up against him, her breasts squashed against his shirt as his own chest begins to swell. His uniform tears to reveal his stiffening nipples and burgeoning breasts as they press against her own.

The other bespectacled lizard drops to her knees between them, unbuttoning his shorts and tugging them down, lapping against his member through his striped boxers as it stiffens. The bulge grows and strains as her forked tongue slides against it. A line of scales creeps up, darkening into the greyscale equivalent of red. She cups his obfuscated balls before reaching under him, fingers groping against his rump as he leans forwards, spine twisting as a tail starts to press out behind him. As his tail lengthens, the bulge in his boxers becomes less and less pronounced, until it's just a loose damp patch. The incorrigible lizard lady pulls the elastic band of his boxers out, burying her muzzle inside and lapping his twisting flesh, soon sinking slowly into his forming femininity.

Hiss. Groan. Click.

A lizard wearing a suit jacket is spread out on a large desk with executive toys scattered around her. Two other curvy lizards flank her, each holding one of her legs, spreading them apart for the camera. Scaly fingers pick up what looks like a Newton's cradle resting on the desk, but it's clear that it's a toy that uses beads and string for purposes other than physics. The spread business lizard in the center writhes as one of her attendants slowly presses each heavy metal bead into her ass, making her thick tail whap about as her rear clenches and pulls each inside of her. The other's fingers trace around the edges of the leader's bared pussy, spreading her labia and grinding in at her clit.

The business lizard's back arches as the beads are tugged. Her breasts heave as she opens her muzzle in a silent moan, each bead sliding out of her as her femininity spasms and squirts out a jolt of clear glistening bliss against the other lizard's claws.

_ _

Sigh. Squelch. Click.

_ _

The lights from the screens reflected off of Adam's eyes as they faded into a metallic golden yellow with pitch black pupils. He groped at his chest absentmindedly as he stared at the cavalcade of tawdry scenes, each more arousing than the last.

It was a sharp hiss that finally pulled his attention away from the display. He watched as the two security lizards leaned their muzzles together and their bodies quaked. Each had two scaly fingers pumping in and out of the other's snatch, causing them to writhe and moan as they flipped slowly between the channels. The lizards in the office seemed determined to give them a show.

Adam felt the urge welling up inside of himself as well. He wanted nothing more than to pull up a chair with them and feel their scaly fingers inside of him as they continued to watch the arousing displays.

But that was wrong . . . It wasn't why he was here.

It did explain why some of the lizards around the office were seeming to pose in random sexual displays though, in a strange sort of pornographic logic. They weren't doing it just for themselves. They were putting on a show for their soon-to-be companions.

Adam closed his golden eyes, pressing his face into the crook of his arm as he blindly stumbled away from the silent siren's call of the security room. He waded out past the sliding door and then bumped into the front desk. When he opened his eyes, he saw the same old computer from before, but the screensaver featured a bunch of winged lizard ladies slowly flapping across the black screen, far too many frames of animation devoted to their jostling curves.

Abandoning his stealthy approach, he made a mad dash out of the security office and into the stairwell. His budding breasts jostled against his tight white shirt as he began to climb the five remaining floors to the top.

If he could just reach the CEO, he was sure he could find some explanation, some solution to this impossible problem. If Mr. Dobs could make a multinational company out of nothing, surely he could fix this . . . whatever this was.

Footsteps echoing through the seemingly endless cement corridor, Adam's feet ached inside of his polished black dress shoes as he finally made it to the thirty second floor.

He fell into the push-bar on the door, staggering out into the brightly lit and plushily adorned waiting room. At first glance, everything seemed in its place, but there were little details that were slightly off. The great chandelier that hung from the ceiling had wrought brass reptilian claws that seemed to clench at the bright bulbs hanging there. Gaudily encrusted Fabergé eggs sat in a display case under a massive oil portrait of Mr. Dobs himself, rotund body seated in an overstuffed chair as he gave a somewhat forced smile to the viewer.

Adam had to squint to figure out what was wrong though. Two deep scarlet hands with dark claws reached down over the CEO's shoulders, almost blending into the maroon background. Each scale was lovingly rendered, shining from some unseen light source. He could almost see the realistically rendered curved claws drag along the pinstriped fabric tenderly.

Realizing that he was staring, his wide proto-muzzle only inches from the canvas, Adam pulled himself away. He ran past the abandoned secretary's desk, muscles straining as he pushed past the wide oak double doors into the millionaire's palatial office.

Mr. Dobs sat there with steepled fingers, face lit with a look of intense concentration. His huge desk was an island in the massive room, large enough that the antique telephone on one side and the inkwell on the other seemed a mile apart.

Adam sighed a breath of relief. The company's founder was still human.

"Sir!" Adam panted, still winded from taking the stairs. "Sir, you need to do something. They're taking over the company!"

He strode forwards across the luscious geometrically patterned carpeting, finding it hard to make progress in the gigantic room.

"And, who are . . . Hhhhmm . . . you supposed to be?" The usually unflappable CEO groaned, looking oddly flushed and distracted.

"I'm Adam, from Software. Sir, we have to . . ."

Adam was interrupted as Mr. Dobs sucked in a breath through his teeth.

"Oh, you're Adam, eh? She told me all about you." The older man spread his fingers out on his desk white-knuckled, his speech increasingly punctuated by distracting little grunts and groans.

"She?" Adam asked incredulously. "Look, Sir. We have to figure out some way to stop this. They're everywhere." Adam gesticulated wildly. "I've seen them do . . . terrible things," he ranted, lewd images of just the things he was talking about flitting through his mind.

"Are you even listening to me!?" Adam shouted, looking towards the CEO as Mr. Dobs rolled his eyes back and sank into his massive leather chair.

"Yessssss." The shorter man slid backwards, his suit suddenly seeming much more ill fitting than it had previously. "It's a good deal though . . ." he panted, chest straining under his pinstriped suit jacket. "Just think of all . . . that . . . productivity." He sighed out with a hiss.

Adam's brow furrowed as something caught his eye from below. Something heavy flickered about under the spacious desk. He could see just the tip of it, the tapered end of a dark wine-colored scaly tail.

"What . . ." Adam stepped up to the desk, pressing his hands against the varnished mahogany as he craned his neck forwards.

Between Mr. Dobs' naked legs knelt the original lusty red lizard lady. Her muzzle was pressed up against his crotch, reptilian nostrils flaring as she bobbed her head. With every fluid hungry motion, her tail undulated behind her.

"No!" Adam railed. "You can't trust her. She's not even human!"

"Sometimes you just have to think outside of the box." Mr. Dobs wheezed. He undid the buttons on his jacket, moving on towards his shirt. His fingers twitched as his nails curled and thickened, ripping through the last few buttons and freeing his forming bust. "Yeahhh. Best deal I ever made." He reached under his torn clothes, cupping the growing mounds of his forming scaly red breasts.

Adam was shaking, emotion roiling around inside of him like a drop of water thrown in a hot pan. How could Mr. Dobs betray him like this? But also, he couldn't bring himself to stop staring at the changing CEO's flesh as it bulged out, becoming smooth and curvy like he was aging in reverse. Adam's hand instinctively rose up to feel his own tender chest under his thin white business shirt.

The lizard did something with her tongue that made the increasingly curvaceous Mr. Dobs groan and hiss, his voice growing higher before ending in a guttural reptilian sigh. She rubbed her body against him as she slowly stood up, wrapping her arms around him languorously. Her claws combed through his hair, knocking a toupee to the ground as he began to shed what little he had remaining, scales following her claws that scratched encouragingly against his scalp.

Her muzzle pressed in against his ear, whispering salaciously.

All Adam could hear was hissing, but Mr. Dobs grinned and nodded. His increasingly yellow eyes hung half-lidded as she whispered tempting secrets into his ear while it pulled back into a rounded non-obtrusive reptilian opening. The increasingly spry old man then lurched to his feet, the lizard tugging off his shirt and jacket, leaving him clad only in a gold and blue striped tie as he stumbled around his desk towards Adam.

"Sir, you can't let her do this." Adam protested as the founding entrepreneur of the company stumbled towards him, breasts jiggling. He couldn't pull his eyes away though, feeling uncomfortably aroused as his gaze worked down from his boss's budding pert breasts to his freshly formed female slit, still glistening with the sinister lizard's spittle.

"You worked so hard to make this company what it is. Don't throw it all . . . Mmmph!"

His tirade was interrupted as Mr. Dobs staggered almost drunkenly into him, letting Adam's arms catch him, before the boss pressed his forming muzzle against Adam's own.

Adam's golden eyes shot open as a fleshy tongue slipped past his slack lips. He made to push his obviously addled superior away, but the increasingly fit old man clung to him like a magnetic blanket. Almost reflexively, Adam's tongue tried to press his crazed role model's tongue away, but instead, he felt himself sliding against that yielding fleshy tip as it slowly split into two forks.

The feeling of their tines flickering together made sparks of unwanted pleasure sizzle down Adam's spine. His grip unconsciously tightened around Mr. Dobs' body as he felt the incorrigible changing man's tongue slide further into his mouth, tickling the back of his throat.

The wine-scaled lizard sashayed around the desk, a wide smile turning up the edges of her lips. She reached in around the couple, scratching her claws against the backs of their heads, encouraging their deep kiss as the scales creeped up their necks, tickling in with an effervescent thrill of pleasure.

Adam could smell her . . . and himself, their rich spicy animal scents commingling, blending into a seductive sexy reek that only made his mouth water more. He couldn't help but to slide his tongue deeper into Mr. Dobs' forming muzzle. His own jaw creaked, bones sliding painlessly outwards, giving more space for his boss's tongue to slather around inside his mouth, trying to tie knots around his own.

It was getting harder and harder for Adam to think clearly. This wasn't what he had come here for . . . was it?

He groaned out as the lizard leaning against him reached in and cupped his modest breasts, squeezing them between nimble clawed fingers.

It was a promotion, in a sense. He'd finally made it to the top. The CEO and himself weren't so different now . . . But was this truly success? If it was, he understood why people sacrificed so much for it, because it felt amazing.

Adam's breaths came out in long heaves, rounded nostrils flaring at the end of the saurian snout that had crept into his vision. Every jostle of his swelling breasts made his spine stiffen, pleasure lancing through him as his nipples stood out puffy and erect. Her merlot hands caressed down his shoulders, yanking up at his shirt to untuck it from his pants, tearing the fabric like paper as she ripped it from his body like a magician with a tablecloth, letting his black tie fall between his heaving breasts.

The sultry lizard butted between them, bumping Adam away as she pressed her body against Mr. Dobs. Adam stood transfixed as she looked back and winked at him once again with a luminous green eye, tail swaying as she caressed her new convert. She rounded out the CEO's hips, kissing his muzzle as it pressed out to full reptilian prominence, and coaxed his frame up into a lighter scaled version of her own. The CEO's own tail creaked and crackled as it emerged behind him, haltingly wagging as he melted into her arms.

Adam was torn, taking one step forwards and then one step back. He felt so out of place . . . but couldn't figure out if he wanted to flee or join them. The pair's sensuous hisses almost made sense to him: sighing bursts of pleasure and praise. Looking down at his own body, Adam was struck by how disheveled he looked, naked from the waist up save for his thin black tie, his skin a patchwork of red scales and peach colored flesh. Their naked bodies looked so complete, so proper. He wanted that: wanted the deep scarlet lizard rubbing her smooth scales up against him . . .

The original lizard pulled back from her sensual embrace with the once-CEO, turning to face Adam as Mr. Dobs knelt down and hugged himself against one of her thighs contentedly. She gazed bemusedly down at Adam's recalcitrance. She leaned back against the hardwood desk, tongue flickering as she reached down and patted the polished surface before raising a scaled claw in a come-hither gesture.

It was like her beckoning finger was attached to a string wrapped around Adam's heart, plucked at a resonance that made him shiver. He lumbered forwards as if he'd been physically pulled. She patted his head, the small gesture making a sense of accomplishment well up inside of him before she reached down and unbuckled his belt, tugging as it slithered out from around his waist. Adam let out a sigh of relief, only now realizing just how uncomfortably tight his pants had been. She unceremoniously yanked down his boxers as well, revealing his throbbing erection, a few inches shorter than he remembered it, and the thick nub of a tail that had been constrained for so long. Adam leaned forwards, eyes closing, lips parted and ready to meet her own.

Instead, her surprisingly strong scaly hands grabbed ahold of him and hoisted his changing body up onto the desk. Adam blushed as he stared forwards past his own pert breasts while she took his legs and spread them to either side, slowly unlacing his shoes and tugging them off. He hissed in relief, his digits wriggling through shredded socks that she yanked away. She wrapped her talons in between his toes, squeezing as they unfurled, creaking out into splayed reptilian prominence, his heels pulling up into a taut animalistic joint. Adam's new digits tensed and curled as they thickened. Her tongue slid out mischievously against his thick curved claws before she pulled herself forwards between his open legs.

As he stared into her verdant gaze, the lizard that had been his chief executive officer reached up from below, claws playing over the thick nub of Adam's blunt tail. The changing man writhed as the protrusion was squeezed and tugged at, his spine creaking as he wriggled, straining while muscles bulged under his red-scaled skin. His jaws opened and his tongue flicked out of his mouth as the new lizard leaned in, sniffing at him before opening her jaws and starting to suckle at the quivering growth of his tail-tip.

The darker scaled lizard lady leaned in between his legs, beaming down at him with her sultry and yet beneficent eyes. She traced a claw around the edge of his navel, tugging his flesh in a circle as his skin tightened, scales prickling in as his belly became toned and glossy. She slid both of her hands up towards his chest, resting her weight in on him as she squeezed at his breasts. Adam's head rolled back and he hissed while he felt his flesh swelling to fill her grasp. He gritted his sharpening teeth as she tweaked his nipples, claws circling around his fleshy tender areolas before she mashed in again. It felt good, the weight of his heavy breasts being massaged, soft flesh bulging under her firm ministrations.

Adam's rump strained as his past boss scraped her claws over his thickening glossy red scales. Dobs suckled in at the tip of his tail as his flesh almost begrudgingly pulled out, spine popping with each inch it grew. Eager claws groped in against his rear as it swelled wider, hips spreading as his waist pulled in, giving his once angular form soft and ample crimson curves. He could feel his new muscles bulge and tense, his growing tail tugging at the CEO's firm grip as it swelled out to well over a foot in length. The overeager lizard let her tongue wrap around the pointed end, sucking in hard as it twisted inside of her maw.

The dark raspberry colored beast on top of him lowered her body over Adam's own, her full breasts squashed against his own now magnificent rack. The silky scales of her belly sandwiched his stubby member between their bodies as she lapped up against his thinning lips before pressing into a deep sensuous kiss. Adam's breath heaved as he leaned against her warm supple form, body straining with bliss as he pressed his muzzle against her own. Her tongue was like a hungry snake, coiling around his own, coaxing it out longer and thicker, flickering their tines together so that he could taste her lust. His muzzle creaked out, traces of humanity fading as he lost himself in the kiss, splayed feet pedaling in the air around her.

Dobs let a scaly hand creep between the two lizards on the desk, fingers wrapping around Adam's throbbing blunt shaft, squeezing in intermittent pulses as they continued to slurp and suck at his tail. Adam bucked his hips instinctually, the lizard on top of him letting out a sultry pleased hiss. His member jerked and shuddered, clear pre leaking out and slickening the contact between their scaly bodies.

His split tongue was left lapping at the air as she slid back slowly, grinding her rounded body against his own. She sensuously pulled herself up onto the desk next to him, leaning her head in between his breasts and then nibbling at one of his nipples playfully. As he tried to sit up, she pressed a hand against his shoulder, laying him down flat against the top of the desk before sniffing, nibbling, and lapping down his body towards his exposed maleness. She pried Dobs' hand away from his member, causing Adam to hiss in wordless frustration that was far more expressive than his words ever were before.

He was close. So very close. He needed more.

Her breath puffed against his turgid maleness, the fleshy protrusion quivering as she rubbed her cheek in against his toned tummy. Adam bit his lip, looking up just in time to see her tongue dart out, twin tines brushing against his bulbous cockhead, licking up the glistening bead of pre welling from the top. Her tail swayed lazily behind her as she leaned in and nibbled at the tip of his member, letting lose a hissing giggle as Adam groaned. Moving with excruciating slowness, she opened her lips and slid forwards, engulfing his cock in her torrid muzzle, smearing his pre and her spittle all along the jerking length.

Adam's body spasmed, thrusting automatically into her mouth. Despite his need though, the lizard pulled back with a coy grin. She reached in and grabbed his arms, guiding them to her hips as she turned to face him, stepping over his prostrate form to straddle him, resting on her knees. The man's breathing halted as she reached down and grabbed what was left of his cock, sinking down with her hips as she guided his remaining length inside of her tight, sweltering snatch.

His entire world rested between his legs as he jackhammered into her with single-minded fervor. Her breasts bounced and jostled as she raised up and slammed down over him again and again.

The CEO let Adam's half-formed tail slide from her reptilian maw as she reached in and began to fondle his balls, squeezing in with rough insistent kneading as they began to pull back against his body. It should have been painful, but all Adam could feel was the pleasure from his quaking cock spreading down as he began to pump out frustrated dribbles of pre inside of her twisting clenched passage.

All he wanted was release, but even as he thrust with all of his might, he couldn't seem to reach that glorious tempting peak. Although her insides clenched around him in tugging contractions, it seemed to be harder and harder to fill her vice-like passage despite his fervorous attempts.

From below, Adam's former boss pressed her muzzle in just under his occluded shaft, drawing in a whiff of the rutting lizards. Dobs pressed in with two fingers, rubbing them slowly up and down against the taut outlines of his testes, pressing harder and harder until there was a soft fleshy pop and they sank fully back into him. Adam strained as he felt his insides twisting and rearranging. Dobs' tongue lapped between her fingers at the patch of tight skin, a faint indentation forming, sides welling out into fleshy pink labia that quivered as the sharp claws teased around the swelling edges.

Adam grunted as the sensations from between his legs started to change. Instead of the constant pleasure from their fucking, there were short electrified bursts of bliss as she ground her snatch roughly against him. With each bolt of ecstasy, his tail creaked out another few inches, batting against Dobs' shoulders. The lizard riding him wasn't even bobbing up and down, just smearing her glistening crotch against his own. Adam wanted to cum with every fiber of his being, but it just wasn't enough. The new sensations were driving him crazy as he moaned and writhed.

The green-eyed lizard reached down and squeezed his tits teasingly before she lifted herself off of him. The changed man stared wide-eyed down between his legs, seeing his new swollen female slit, his turgid button nub of a clit all that was left of his shaft and the source of the electric pleasure from earlier. His new organ quivered as Dobs lapped in one last time, pulling back and slowly licking her lips clean of his heady viscous essence. It was an alien sensation, but the sight just made lust bubble up in his chest. He needed to be filled, for something to be plunged deep inside of him. He'd been waiting for so long.

His question came out as a long sighing hiss, but the others seemed to understand. The brick-colored lizard pulled herself off of him. He was about to complain before she turned and knelt back down, her rounded rump pressed inches from his face, tail raised and sliding back and forth with mesmerizing undulations. Adam's rounded nostrils huffed, taking in the blazing rich aroma of her moist snatch.

The original lizard showed her new protégé what she had in mind. She leaned down and let her tongue slip out and brush across his clit with its tines, causing his claws to tense and scrape rivulets into the glossy desk. Then, with a wiggle of her hips, she pressed her bared pussy back against Adam's muzzle.

He couldn't help himself, long tongue dragging out and parting the folds of her labia, tasting her pleasure as the edges quivered against him. She let out a happy sigh before whispering something to Adam's former superior that made them both titter. The lizard with emerald eyes spaced out her licks, teasing the edges of Adam's sensitive slit before leaning in to nibble at his new clit, making pleasure flare up between his thighs.

Meanwhile, the former CEO had once again turned her attention towards his tail, which was now just as long and sinuous as the other lizards'. Dobs squeezed around the tip before sliding it once again into her muzzle, hands holding the tugging appendage steady as her tongue wrapped around it lovingly.

The lizard with blood red scales spread her fingers into a V around Adam's snatch, pushing in and then pulling apart, massaging the tender flesh, stretching it in insistent tugs. She smiled as Dobs pulled Adam's tail from her hungry maw, smooth scaled surface gleaming with a viscous sheen.

Distractedly, Adam's tongue rasped in at the femininity shoved in his face, body shaking every time the lizard's fingers squelched and strained against his freshly formed cleft. He barely noticed the hands on his tail, curling the heavy flexible new appendage back. His tongue stopped straining and his eyes widened as something wriggling and solid pressed against his pussy. He felt his muscles twinge as it was pressed against him, but he could also feel his own movements causing it to twitch.

It was his own tail, the wriggling tip smooshed up against his slit as the CEO's hands ground it against him. The green-eyed lizard flicked her tongue out against his clit, a reminder to keep his mouth busy. But it was too much, his jaws hanging open for a moment as his own tail was guided down and slowly shoved inside of him. The sensations overwhelmed his senses. He was clenching around himself in fitful tugs as he spread himself wide. Sturdy claws kept his tail in place as his new muscles bulged and strained, making his new appendage thrash inside of his tender channel, his scarlet body wrenching down in wild muscular contractions at the wriggling intruder.

He hissed out in overwhelming pleasure, tongue sliding against the wine-colored lizard's clenched inner passage for a second before sinking inside of her with a sloppy squelch. Adam's spread legs pedaled at the air while his clit was lapped at, his labia stroked and tugged, and his vagina stretched wide by his own tail that was shoved inside of him in rocking thrusts. He could feel the lizard's own pussy squeeze in around his tongue as his insides lit up with bliss, feeling every one of his own smooth scales slide and grind against his torrid insides.

Adam didn't stand a chance as the wave of ecstasy crashed over his body. He closed his eyes and drilled forwards with his tongue while his muscles all seized at once. Claws wrapped tight around his tail as Dobs shoved the reptilian appendage in against him hard, stretching him taut, pressed against something deep inside of him that his untrained squirming made light up like a powder keg. Great seizing contractions wracked his snatch, internal walls clamping down in squeezing spasmodic pulses. The claws of his hind legs grabbed at nothing as his first female orgasm washed over him like a tsunami.

The frenetic wriggling of his tongue made the lizard on top of him hiss out, head raised as she too joined him in climax, tight hot insides gripping in against his tongue, seemingly trying to pull the slippery flesh deeper and deeper inside of her.

Dobs kept one hand wrapped around Adam's tail as his other wandered between her own scaly rounded thighs. Pumping her smooth scaly fingers in and out, the once CEO soon joined her sisters in the bliss of reptilian climax.

It didn't stop though, the freight train of sensations lancing through Adam's body churning inside of him, radiating out and then focusing back in around his clenched cunt. It could have been minutes or even hours before the body-wrenching surges of blissful contraction were far enough apart for him to even form a coherent thought.

A bright metallic ringing startled him from his revelries, the antique phone on the other side of the desk shaking on its cradle.

Dobs let Adam's tail slide from his stuffed slit as the green-eyed lizard rose up off of him and casually slid from the desk. She picked up the phone officiously, as if she'd been patiently waiting for a call rather then being engaged in debauchery. Nodding her head, she smiled and let out a pleased hiss.

Things were progressing as planned.

Adam gasped, catching his breath as he pulled himself shakily off the desk. He put his hands over his muzzle, breathing starting to quicken as he watched his former superior casually lick her pleasure off of her thick black claws.

What had he done!?

Before giving his mind any time to answer the question, he was off, splayed claws digging into the carpet as he dashed back to the stairwell. Dobs looked after him, but the new merlot-scaled boss shook a finger in the negative as she continued to listen and hiss into the phone.

Adam crashed into the stairwell of the thirty second floor, claws clacking against the concrete as he shuffled down the steps as fast as he could.

This was all wrong. The whole company!

His legs ached as he spiraled down flight after flight of stairs, tail lashing with every step. His tie trailed behind him like a malignant kite, or his own thoughts that seemed like they were desperately trying to catch up to him.

He'd just slept with his boss. The memory of her green eyes flashed in his mind. But there had been someone else there also . . . His old boss? That didn't seem right . . . He was definitely running from something though. Something bad. However, it was hard to remember anything past the pleasure that had lanced through his body.

She was in charge, and he worked for her.

That sounded right.

Adam worked for the most powerful lizard in the company. He'd finally made it to the top.

But why was he running?

His breasts heaved and his lungs burned as he hopped down the last few flights of stairs, opening the door and stepping out into the bright afternoon sunlight.

Everything was as it should be.

A scaly red cabbie stopped and picked up a couple of bare busty lizards as they crammed into the backseat, letting out excited hisses, hands already rubbing over their toned bodies as the door closed. Another vermilion reptile ordered a hotdog from the lizard lady running the cart in front of the company. Her tongue flickered over the tip of the frankfurter as she winked at the cart-owner and forked over a few bills.

Adam scratched his smooth scaly jaw. He was sure he'd come down here for a reason. His legs still ached from taking the stairs . . .

One thing did stick out though. A strange looking person was walking down the street, head whipping from one way to the other as if he was paranoid. He looked very strange, skin a fleshy peach color, and there were odd fine dark strings sticking up out of his scalp. He ducked inside the front doors of the building like he was trying to find a place to hide.

Adam sighed as he followed the bizarre creature into the building.

There was always more work to do.