Delayed, but not dead yet. I am currently working on two projects and needed something quick for this week, which of course turned out to take several days to finish. I hope that I at least next week will be able to finish my part of a shared project with my good friend  DrakentheBlack, but for now you will have to do with an encounter with a mysterious character. The story will be told in fist person and I hope you will leave me a review and tell me what you think^^

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“The clock is half past eleven, I guess most are out for lunch.” I mumbled for myself, seeing the clock on the wall. A tiny growl in my stomach reminds me that my belly also was in need of being fed. “Alright, I will see what I can get you, too bad he isn’t here to fill it, he always provides me with such filling meals, but I guess I can find something else.”

I walk through one empty office after another until I reach the door labelled “Secretary”, I give the office door a gentle knock and receives a positive grunt from the other side. I push the door ajar and stick my head in to see Megara sitting at her desk.

“Hello, back again?” she says, her eyebrow rise and she gives me a look that screams “I know what you really are here for”, but she refrains from saying so, I guess there’s no hiding from her that me and her boss are making out in his office, we aren’t exactly quiet. “I’m afraid the boss isn’t here right now, he is in an important meeting and won’t be back before two ò clock, earliest.

Megara gives me a flat stare and obviously wants me out of there so she can enjoy her lunch in peace, but I’m here on a mission and won’t let the Greek woman’s stern gaze scare me off. Truth to be told, there are very few things that can scare me, and the secretary is the furthest thing from being intimating, her small stature, big breasts and curvaceous body makes it hard to take her serious. Unfortunately does my slightly smaller stature and cute face make it look like an even match, despite my boobs being at least two cup sizes bigger!

“Don’t worry,” I say, my girlish voice makes me sound like a teenager and she gives me a nasty stare as I walk inside.” I’m not here for him this time, I’m actually investigating something.” I close the door behind myself and walk up to Megara, who immediately close the window on her computer screen and stands up from her chair to face me.

“Look here, girl! The boss is busy and you can’t just walk in here and do whatever you please, this is a serious workplace, if you want to screw him so badly then do it somewhere else, and don’t snoop around!”

Her stern expression falters when it feels like my grin nearly reach my ears, I speak and my girlish voice deepens into what I assume must sound like a misplaced sultry voice, “Oh, don’t worry, I screw him nearly every single night, and I ‘m pretty sure tonight will be no different.”
I take a step closer to her and I get the smug satisfaction of seeing her having to stare up at me.

“What the fuck?” the annoyance in her voice is replaced with confusion when she realizes that it isn’t my shoes that makes me taller.

“Actually, the reason for why I’m here is because of you, or rather, what I think is on your computer!”

Megara’s head quickly spin back to the computer before looking back at me again. “What’s this about? Wh… what the HELL? What’s wrong with you?” the volume of her voice increase as my skin and hair color turns violet and a pair of horns grows out of my head. I grow even taller hand kick off my heals or else the talons on my feet will ruin them.

“What are you??” she backs away until she bumps into her desk.

I shake my head as my hair grows down to my back and a tail sprout out right above my buttocks.

“Are you a demon!?” she is nearly panicking and I guess I have to take care of her before I take care of the other stuff.

With a snap of my fingers, she raise up from the floor, suspended and immobilized by a tiny bit of magic while I pull down my skirt.

“What the fuckfuckfuck are you doing?” she screams. “Help, there’s a demon bitch in my office!”

“No need to scream”, I say calmly and unbutton my blouse. “Everybody is out for lunch and there’s just the two of us here.” I sit down on her desk and spread my legs open, “Nobody will hear you.”

I wave my finger and the Greek woman flips horizontal in the air with her head facing me. The grin on my lips widens and I make sure to show her my fangs as I “pull” her close up to me. She screams even louder, but her cries are cut short once a final pull by the magical threads show her head straight up my pussy.

It is my voice that takes over now. Enjoying every inch and moment, I moan lustfully as my pussy starts to devour the woman, bit by bit. Despite being mostly immobilized, she has freedom enough to move and wiggle, just the way I like it as she is consumed whole and alive. After her head is fully inside, her shoulders and voluminous breasts are next, they follow with a wet slurp from my vagina and then they are gone, but the feeling of having her squeezy, round orbs traveling up inside me is nearly and indescribable pleasure. Megara is thin, so her stomach poses no challenge at all, and her hips aren’t that wide either, they vanish without much fanfare. I release the spell that binds her and her feet starts immediately to kick. I cry out, full of lust and ecstasy as her frantic struggles stimulates every sensitive spot in my vagina. It feels way too soon when her dainty feet slip past my nether lips, and then she is gone. At least to the outside world.

As I sit down at her computer, it is a struggle to keep myself from giving into a powerful orgasm, but making a wet spot on her chair won’t do when people come back from lunch later. I do my best to ignore Megara’s journey to my stomach while I make a quick file search.

“let’s see what you got here… Hmmm, nothing there, not there…. Xlsp? What’s that…?” I go on for at least fifteen minutes before I stumble upon a crypted file with a password lock. “Shit, I bet the bitch has something juicy in there! Hay, do you care telling me the password for “Ingo-x3?” I ask and slap my belly, which is fair and flat, not betraying the true content or the desperate fight inside. “I guess not, let’s hope you got it written somewhere, perhaps you got a notebook?”

Opening a drawer, a black notebook immediately stands out at the bottom under a bunch of paper. I skim through it and take notice of a few likely codes. The file opens on the fifth try and in the few Word- and Excel documents that are stored inside, I find what I’m looking for.

I store a copy of the file on a memory stick I brought, buttons my blouse, pull my skirt back on and revert back to “myself”. I put on my shoes and close the computer. When I sprint through the office landscape a few moments later, I got only five minutes before the staff returns, but that’s enough time for me. The secretary might be gone, but no one will have any reason to suspect cute little me.

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