(F to Anteater)

Lenora stood near the bar, absently swirling her cup of champagne. She was sure that despite her best efforts, some of her team could immediately tell how nervous she was. And why wouldn’t’ she be? It was her big promotion from supervisor to manager, yet for some reason HR mandated she be the one to plan the party.

She tried to ignore how thick the air was, both from the conference room’s stale air and from the smell of a dozen workers who had been mandated to drink with their new boss. Absently, she smoothed the hem of her dark skirt, adjusting for some invisible wrinkle she was sure still existed.

“Why so tense, Lenora? You look like you’re about to autid the DJ’s playlist,” Mark stumbled over his words a little, and Lenora considered chiding him on having too much to drink. He was part of her development team, which meant his performance reflected on her. Probably.

‘But I can’t do that. I need to be the cool boss. They’re not going to trust me if I write them up during an off-hours party.’ A small voice in her head whispered to her, and she forced a smile onto her face. “Hardly. I’m just making sure everyone here’s having a good time.”

“Oh?” Tammy, the marketing director beamed as she strolled up. She held a green wine bottle in her hands, its only marking an image of an ant. “Well, I think I know just what you need.”

“Tammy…” Lenora held up a hand warningly. “I know we had some fun times in college, but-”

“Woo! Best party ever!” Mark threw his hands in the air, and to Lenora’s chagrin, more than a few heads turned in her direction. “Lenora’s gonna do.. Uh… A drink!” He finished lamely, but a few people clapped nonetheless.

Lenora’s cheeks burned as she took the bottle in her hand, glancing around the room. Technically she and Tammy were the highest-ranked staff here, so this wasn’t against any rules. Or was that the alcohol hitting her a bit harder than she’d thought.

“She’s gonna do more than that. Lenora’s the queen of the Wine Swig Challenge,” Tammy purred, lifting the champagne glass from Lenora’s hands.

“Hehe, okay guys,” Lenora forced an uneasy smile on her face.

“Go Lenora! Do the Wine Swig Challenge!” Mark clapped overeagerly. A few of the others in her department echoed him, and Lenora sighed.

Then she stuck out her tongue, smiling a bit more naturally. “You asked for it! Just watch me down this bottle of wine!”

“Do it sexily!” An intern cheered her on, before clamping his hand over his mouth with an embarrassed yelp.

For some reason, the hairs on the back of Lenora’s neck stood on end. It was like her mind was trying to warn her of something that she didn’t understand. She tried to silence it by tilting the bottle up, giving it a small swirl so it would easier flow down her throat.

“Whoa, she’s totally doing it!”

It didn’t taste like any wine she’d had in her life. There was an almost earthy flavor to it, like wood and soil. The cheers in her ears seemed for fade for a moment, only to grow louder as her ears tingled. Her eyes widened as despite the flavor, she found herself sticking her tongue into the bottle’s narrow opening, tasting some more of that odd flavor.

Then her tongue hit the bottom of the bottle.

“Huh?” Lenora crinkled her nose as her tongue started to feel… prickly. It was like she’d just French kissed a cactus full of some kind of weird numbing agent. She pulled the bottle away from her lips, crossing her eyes as her tongue was a long time following it.

“My… Tonguth?” She asked, even as the wet muscle flopped between her breasts. Her sinuses burned, a powerful kick like she’d just eaten a dollop of wasabi. She could swear that her nose was growing larger in her peripheral vision. But that didn’t bother her as much as the strange feeling coming from her footlong muscle.

“What happenth to mah tunguth?” She mumbled, only to realize people were staring at her. The tingling in her tongue thickened, as her tongue was stretched like taffy. It tugged against her jaw for a moment, and she looked down to the pink, wet mass that was now pulling past her tight top.

Come to think of it, her shirt had been a little loose this morning, right? She held up her hands, curling her palms. Her nails scraped against them, which was another oddity because she’d just trimmed them this morning.

“Huh? Did my top shrunk? Or did I gain weight?” She asked, blissfully ignorant that the answer was the latter. Her belly puffed up slightly, a muffin top slipping past the waistband of her dark skirt. She itched at it for a moment absently, feeling thick hairs beneath the curve of her nail.

Her tongue lazily writhed in the office air, twitching in time with some of the comments from her employees.

“Oh em Gee! She actually drank the whole bottle!”

“Damn, Lenora! That shirt looks ready to burst!”

She felt her nipples stiffen from the attention, pushing against the pleasurably silky fabric of her skirt. Her eyelids fluttered for a moment. Fur crept down her arms towards her wrists, and her nose darkened as she sniffed at the air.

“Hey, uh… Whuzhappenin’ to her tongue?” Mark rubbed at his eyes, and Tammy laughed, elbowing him good-naturedly.

“C’mon, Mark. You can’t just say that about a girl’s tongue!”

The bottle fell from Lenora’s hands as a new sensation gripped her tailbone. It was like someone had grabbed the base of her spine and started to tug, kneading her like play-doh.

“S-something’s pushing against my backside…” Lenora mumbled, squirming as more soft, itchy fur covered her thighs. She moaned, a little too loudly, too honestly. Her clawed hands flew to her lips and she blushed past them.

“Yeah, and that skirt doesn’t leave much to the imagination…” Someome mumbled form behind her.

The fur all over her body was thickening, growing from a thin coat to a thick forest. It was thickest along her tailbone, pushing out further, stretching into an oddly pleasurable tail. Lenora couldn’t even bite down to stifle her next moan, gagged by her own tongue.

“A-awllff!” She half-barked with pleasure, like an animal. The enormous, fan-like tail twitched behind herself, rubbing against the backs of her thighs, encouraging more and more fuzz to sprout, racing down her fattening legs like tights.

“Who cares, it’s hot as fuck…” Mark mumbled.

Lenora clapped her hands to her cheeks, a little bit of drool spilling past her lips. “This is sooo embarrassing…” She blushed. Her longer fingernails started to take on a pinkish hue, one that spread along her eyelids too.

Her tail swished behind herself as more fur puffed out her pink lace panties. It stretched them a little more, tugging them between the enormous cheeks of her newly fuzzy ass.

‘Hot. Wet. Need pets. Want attention.’ Her little internal voice was swallowed by the pleasure gripping her body, as the rich warmth of alcohol finally hit her. It spread from deep within her gut to her fingertips, her toes, her snout… The radiating warmth felt so nice…

“Ohhh… But this tongue feels divine…” Lenora’s eyes crossed to better see her stretched overlong muzzle. Her lips were dark and fat, but she could make out a cheap pink lipstick along them. She didn’t remember putting it on this morning, and at the same time she did remember putting it on this morning.

Her world didn’t feel right. She was a… boss, right? But the only time she had people under her was when… Well… she had to live a personal life, after all.

She leaned forward, her tail lifting her skirt a little more. Her heels lifted off the floor for a moment, before her cheap pink high heels took on more of her generous weight. Though… She was sure that she’d put on flats this morning, right?

“S-sorry guys,” she slurred a little around her stretched tongue. “I feel a little funny…”

She looked down at her fur-covered cleavage, and the brown fuzz covering the backs of her hands. They were still recognizably humanoid, and were almost familiar to her. But in the same breath, they were alien.

Lenora’s internal voice didn’t have the words to describe what was happening to her, not anymore. A pleasurable haze had carpeted her thoughts, muffling any higher capacity for thought. Her eyes unfocussed a little, an uncharacteristic yet familiar giggle slipping from past her long lips.

“You all got a look at my fluffy rear.” She swished her heavy tail a little as she teased them.

“Oh, Lenora, you’re such a ditz…” Tammy sighed good-naturedly.

Lenora looked to the woman, confused. Why did she think she’d ever gone to school with Tammy? Tammy had gone to a proper university, while Lenora barely graduated high school. Sometimes her knees still ached from all the effort she’d put in to turn some of those F’s into D’s.

“A sexy ditz,” Mark laughed, clapping Lenora’s fuzzy ass. It sounded like less of a slap and more of a muffled fwump, like hitting a pillow.

Lenora squeaked, blushing more, feeling that strange heat between her legs. She could taste how he felt for her. Her tongue snaked around the air, savoring that masculine flavor he was sweating out. Memories of quarterly reports were replaced by impulses, desires.

“Wait, isn’t she your boss?”

Mark laughed. “Huh? What are you talking about? Lenora has always been our secretary.”

The words hit Lenora like a ton of bricks. She itched at her collar, privately wanting to be put on a leash, way more than she wanted to put anyone to work. It brought a unique thrill to her thoughts, and she rubbed at her nipples through her pink shirt.

“Ohhh look at all these young hot office guys. Maybe some of you’d appreciate a girl with a bit of tongue…” A voice purred, oddly higher-pitched and subservient. It took her a second to recognize it was hers.

She must have been more drunk than she’d first thought. After all, a soft, snuffling anteater like her was just a secretary, how could she ever think that she was a manager?