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Can’t really say I’ve always been like this. No. Guess it came with age. With the years, I got grumpier and more annoyed. With the years, I started hating this stupid office, those fake smiles, that endless pretending. With the years, it got harder and harder to hold back my irritation every time another cocky manager like Brad shoved a pile of reports at me and smiled like he’s the king around here, and I’m... just the furniture.
— Mike, are you in a bad mood again? — yelled Sarah, walking past my desk with a cup of coffee. — Maybe you need some vitamins? Or how about trying to smile at least once in your life, huh?
I just snorted and turned back to my screen. To hell with all this.
This day really wasn’t going as planned. Spilled coffee in the morning, someone scratched my car in the parking lot, then a fucking pigeon shit on me — damn thing. It’s like someone flipped the “bad luck” switch in my life and it’s working like clockwork. And that damn pendant some weird old lady shoved at me yesterday… while I was standing there confused, she just disappeared into thin air! I was going to find her today and give it back, even brought it with me to work, but with all this shit happening, I completely forgot about that trinket.
— Can’t you take these... reports yourself? — I said, dragging out the last word with obvious disgust, glaring at Brad like I was ready to strangle him with those very papers.
Naturally, Brad just plastered on his usual corporate smile:
— Oh, Mike, come on, please, you were heading to the boss anyway, right? And you know he doesn’t really like me, — he scratched the back of his head, avoiding my gaze, — So… pretty please.
I pressed my lips into a thin line, torn between throwing the papers right in his smug face and just being exhausted from this whole clown show.
— I’ll go to him only if he calls me himself, and he hasn’t— — I started, but right then a message popped up on my computer screen from “Boss,” flashing like a thunderclap out of nowhere, ironically lit up by that ominous green indicator:
"Mike, come to my office. Now."
I exhaled through my nose, gripping the reports so hard my fingers turned white.
— Well, speak of the devil, — Brad said cheerfully, grinning slyly and handing me the papers.
I snatched them from his hands, grumbling something nasty under my breath, and headed toward the boss’s office. My mind was spinning like an old record: “Had enough of all this… I look like some secretary with huge tits dreaming to suck him off?! Or what the hell does he think I am?! Fucking circus! Stomping around here! Clattering with their hooves!”
The thought about hooves made me pause for a second, and I smirked, imagining all those pompous idiots actually strutting around the office, hooves clicking on the tiled floor. Brad with his smug face — now with a horse’s ass… Sarah carrying coffee, her horse body trailing behind… Ha, I’d love to watch that circus. And then we’ll see who looks down on who — that’ll be interesting.
Only… why is the floor under me vibrating so weirdly?.. And my chest feels tight, like someone hooked a metal anchor to me. I swallowed hard, stopping in the middle of the hallway, my fingers squeezing the stack of reports so tight it hurt. My body felt… strange. No, strange isn’t even the right word — I felt completely different.
I quickly dropped my gaze down — right in front of my eyes bounced two perky, ridiculously huge Tits, barely staying inside the shirt, its buttons stretched to their absolute limit. A white bra shamelessly showed through the fabric. My heart pounded in my temples.
— What the fu… — I tried to say, but instead of my rough, hoarse male voice came this high-pitched, almost squeaky, girly babbling: — Wh-what the hell…?!
I stumbled back — and suddenly felt something massive and strong pulling behind me with every move. Down… a long horse body, muscular thighs, shiny reddish fur, a tail flicked to the side. I took a step — and barely kept my balance, realizing that on my legs, or hell, hooves now, I was wearing high heels!...