The typing of keyboards, the hum of electric lights, the low chatter of workers fraternizing: these were all the hallmarks of a typical day at the Fondre Corp. offices. However, unbeknownst to the bustling business women, this day would produce a rather strange case of office hijinks revolving around two blondes in the office. One, an intimidating woman with a domineering attitude, and the other, a shy, mousy girl who would be too scared to hurt a fly… under normal circumstances. The former was approaching the latter’s desk to interrupt her day.

Katrin leaned around the partition of Rose’s cubicle and addressed her. “Hey, Rose. Printer’s out of ink. Go get another cartridge from the supply closet.”

Rose jumped at the sudden noise before turning and addressing her demanding colleague, “O-Oh… W-Well, I’m kinda in the m-middle of this-”

“Yeah, don’t care. Go get it.” Katrin commanded.

“B-But why don’t you-?”

“Because I’m the queen of this office, and I don’t feel like it. So go, peasant. Do as I bid.” Katrin’s haughty attitude was accompanied by a knowingly smug smirk and a little handwave.

Rose thought about objecting, but she already knew it was fruitless. Katrin was a pro at bossing her around, and if she didn’t obey immediately, she knew she’d be forced to do Katrin’s bidding eventually. She locked her computer and got up, blushing and avoiding Katrin’s gaze as she left.

Rose wasn’t pleased with this turn of events. Doing this would make her lose her place, she had to walk all the way across the building to get to the ink cartridges, she needed to finish her work before she took her lunch break or else she might incur the wrath of a supervisor… She was so focused on replanning the rest of her day, she nearly bumped right into Fondre’s resident mad scientist.

“Ah, Rose!” exclaimed Charlotte, standing mere feet in front of her, “You’ll do!”

Rose looked up at the German scientist. “Ope! S-Sorry, didn’t see you- ULP!”

Before Rose could even fully apologize for nearly careening right into Charlotte, the crazed researcher had shoved an unlabeled flask of mysterious blue liquid into Rose’s mouth! Taken completely by surprise, Rose’s instinct kicked in and she chugged the flask down like a drunk frat boy who just had another beer place in front of him.

“Good girl!” Charlotte declared. She took her hand off the flask, leaving Rose to spit it out.

“Ah!” Rose caught the flask before it fell out of her mouth, then looked up with wide eyes at Charlotte, “Uhhh… what the heck was that?!”

“Miss Fondre wanted to get into zhe sports drink business, so I came up with zhis! I call it, zhe Hydrating Yummy Demeanor Exchanger!” Charlotte put her hands on her hips and beamed with pride.

Rose looked at Charlotte in utter bewilderment. “Ummm. Ok. I think I get the first half, but what was that other part?”

“Ah, of course, I should explain! I zhought a normal sports drink would be too boring, so I designed a formula that also makes you completely change your personality! Isn’t zhat fun?!”

Rose’s mouth hung open, looking at Charlotte, then down to the flask. “Wh-What?!” She burst out in a panic, “W-What’s that supposed to mean?! I-I didn’t sign up to ingest any experimental fluids! What’s gonna happen to me?!”

“Well, first, you should be feeling more hydrated,” Charlotte explained.

“O-Ok…” Rose confirmed.

“Next, in aboooouuuut… ten seconds, you should start acting like a completely different person!”

“Ok, you see, that’s the part that’s sort of confusing me-”

Rose stopped mid-sentence. She stared blankly into the space in front of her, not registering the tall German scientist in front of her. Her left eye twitched. Then, suddenly, her eyes narrowed. Her features got more severe. She stood up straight and looked Charlotte directly in the eyes.

“You think this is funny, huh? Just shoving this weird-ass blue crap into my mouth and watching me slurp it on down? Got a reeeaaaaal laugh outta it, didn’t ya!?” Rose right up to Charlotte, invading her personal bubble with a strangely threatening smile.

“Ja, it was pretty funny to see your face!” Charlotte beamed in Rose’s face.

“Mhmm, mhmm…” Rose nodded, “Well, I’ve got something really funny to show you!” With what seemed like practiced expertise, Rose flipped the flask in her hand before jumping in the air and slamming it down on Charlotte’s head!

SCHLLMP!

Before she even knew what was happening, Charlotte found the entire upper half shoved into the cramped space of the flask!

Rose stepped back and admired her handiwork. The still-confused Charlotte stumbled around, her body now only a very full, upside down flask connected to a woman’s waist and legs. After a few seconds of recovery, Charlotte seemed to shake herself into awareness, wobbling the flask containing her torso and standing somewhat straight.

“Hrrrmph?! Mmm-mmmmph!” Charlotte declared from inside the flask. One of her cheeks was pressed up against the glass on the inside of the flask, smushing her lips into a puckered shape that made it hard for her to speak clearly.

“Whaaaaat?” Rose taunted with an obviously feigned ignorance. “You did your little prank, so it’s only fair that I should get my turn! Eehehehe!” The girl’s laugh contained malice mixed with the manic joy of realizing that she had much more power than she ever imagined she had within her… and she needed to exert it more.

Rose began walking past the ridiculous-looking scientist, remarking, “This was loads of fun Charlotte, but I’m afraid I have more problems to cause on purpose. Toodles!”

With that, Rose bumped her hips into Charlotte. This caused the partially pressed woman to lose her balance, sending her bouncing off the nearby wall and landing butt-first on the floor. Rose didn’t even look back as Charlotte flailed and rolled about, struggling to stand back up with only her legs. Rose’s eyes were filled with a straightforward determination; she had bigger fish to fry.

A short time later…

Jaclyn sighed and stretched as she entered the breakroom. It had been a long day of doing business things, and she was dying to dig into the lunch she had packed. She made it halfway to the fridge before a voice caught her ear.

“Sup, Bubble Butt?”

Stricken more by confusion than indignation, Jaclyn turned to see who spoke. To her surprise, it was none other than Rose. The normally shy girl was sitting off to the side with her legs kicked up on the breakroom’s table and a toothpick in her mouth.

“Rose?! Uh, hi?” Completely taken aback by Rose’s demeanor, Jaclyn gave a cautious greeting. “Or, Rose’s evil twin sister? Or Rose’s secret clone?”

Rose clicked her tongue in response. “Just a lil bit of an attitude adjustment…” She grabbed the toothpick from her mouth and carelessly flicked it off to the side. Jaclyn wasn’t exactly who the uncharacteristically cool nerd was hoping to run into in the breakroom, but she did have a grievance that needed rectified.

“Hey, Jaclyn, remember that bowl of leftover spaghetti you ate last week? The one with ‘Rose’ written on it?”

Jaclyn looked askance. “Aaahhh, yeah, that was yours… S-Sorry again, I kinda thought you already had your share, and I was really hungry-”

Rose cut her off with a hand, “Hey, let’s let bygones be bygones! In fact, I made you another one as a token of friendship. It’s already in the microwave waiting for you!”

Jaclyn’s eyes lit up. “R-Really? Cuz that was like, super tasty! You’re the best, Rosey!”

“Mmhmmm…” Rose stood up, “Just open up the microwave and dig in.”

Already drooling, Jaclyn hurried over to the microwave and flung it open! …Only to find nothing inside. Ever the bright one, Jaclyn stuck her face deeper into the microwave, looking for the supposed bowl of spaghetti.

“Hey Rose, I’m not seein- Eeeek!”

Feeling a quick shove from behind, Jaclyn soon found her head shoved into the microwave chamber! Another shove and her boobs followed, then her belly, then her butt-

Well, the butt took a few extra shoves on Rose’s part.

“C’mon fatass! How is this thing so squishy but so hard to fit in here?! Hrrrrgh!” Rose pushed against Jaclyn’s cushiony booty with all her might, her hands sinking into the soft butt flesh as she felt it give more and more. Jaclyn, just now fully coming to terms with what was happening, started waving her legs and letting out muffled grunts. Luckily for Rose, this squirming was exactly what she needed to stuff the gluttonous gal’s butt into the microwave. Her legs soon followed, Rose able to shove those in as well without too much effort. Shutting the microwave door, Rose took a breather.

“Phew! Wasn’t sure I’d be able to fit your junk-filled trunk in there for a sec! Buuut now that you’re in there…”



Beep beep beep, hummmmmm

Rose pressed a few buttons on the microwave and started it up, smirking to herself as the machine hummed to life and Jaclyn’s grunts got more urgent. Also humming, Rose helped herself to a cup of coffee as she leisurely waited for the microwave to be done. After a few tones to signal its finish, Rose walked back over and opened it up.

Instantly, a steaming hot stream of blue and beige goop came flowing out of the microwave door. Rose stood and sipped her cup of coffee again as she watched the melted mess of Jaclyn ooze out of her cooked confinement until a smeary facsimile of her face drooped out. The pink splotch of her lips burbled down to the counter below, followed by her dazed and confused eyes.

Rose leaned in close to Jaclyn’s melted face. “Next time you steal my leftovers, you’re joining them in my belly. Capiche?”

Jaclyn just burbled and steamed in response, too taken aback by the last few minutes to respond even if she did have something to say.

“Good,” Rose said with a downright evil smile, “Now we only need-”

Like an actor hitting their cue, the one that Rose had been looking for entered the room.

Katrin’s face immediately went from mildly annoyed to extremely annoyed.

Rose’s face, on the other hand, lit up, albeit in a menacing way. “Hey, just the bitch I was looking for!” She made sure to put some extra stank on the ‘bitch’.

Katrin’s face went from extremely annoyed to absolutely furious.

“What was that…?” Within Katrin’s mind, the question of what was going on with the Jaclyn goop was rapidly replaced with a preparedness to lay down some squish on an insubordinate sub.

“Did I stutter?” Rose shot back, “You and I have some unfinished business.” Rose confidently strode toward Katrin.

“Oh, you’re approaching me?” Katrin asked with a wide, confident stance.

“I can’t squash the shit outta you without getting closer,” Rose replied.

Katrin sneered down at Rose as she got closer. She didn’t know why her puny little office flunky was acting so different, but she was more than prepared to put her in her rightful place (that place being under Katrin’s ass). Katrin was thinking of all the ways she could crush the suddenly bratty girl, when suddenly-

Whoosh!

With a swift motion, Rose ducked down from sight!

Katrin, caught off guard, looked down at the floor. Her eyes naturally followed what must have been the path Rose took until she was bent over looking between her own legs. The mousy girl was on the other side of Katrin, who quickly stood back up straight and turned to face her.

“Hey! What do you think you’re-”

Not even looking at Katrin, Rose cooed at her phone. “Oooh, pink, not too bad!” Rose turned her phone screen to Katrin’s scrunched face. On it was a somewhat blurry picture of the view from underneath Katrin’s skirt, complete with a sneak peak at the bright pink panties she happened to be wearing that day.

Katrin’s mouth dropped. Rose gave a smug grin.

“Meep meep!” Rose took off away from the breakroom.

“Y-YOU LITTLE-!” Her legs motivated by flustered outrage, Katrin sprinted after Rose.

Knowing she had to be as fast as possible for her scheme to work out, Rose dashed through the hallway and burst through the door into the office area, running between cubicles to get to the other side. Katrin was soon to follow, shoving the door aside to stomp her way after Rose.

If either pursuer or pursuant had stopped to look back, they might have noticed the door they just slammed swinging back closed, revealing their coworker Johanna plastered against the wall beside it.

“Bluuuughhh… Guess I’m gonna be late for lunch with Jaclyn…” Johanna groaned out, “We really need sliding doors in this stupid place…” Her head peeled off the wall and slowly rolled forward. Carried by the momentum, the rest of her body followed, resulting in her rolling into a neat little Johanna scroll on the floor.

Meanwhile, a different kind of momentum was going on through the office. Though Katrin’s long legs would have allowed her to quickly catch up to Rose in a straight race, Rose was more nimble and could make turns around cubicles much easier. Everyone got out of the way and ducked into their tiny working spaces to avoid getting caught in the chase. That is, except for one particularly inattentive girl.

Mary, staring at her phone as usual, was just coming around the corner from the printer area just as Rose bumped into her.

Rose quickly rebounded from the impact and continued on her path, yelling back, “Watch where you’re going!”

Mary huffed. “Um, rude!”

“Move it or lose it!”

Mary turned her head to see Katrin barreling towards her. Despite the warning, Mary didn’t have time to move it before she lost it. Using her larger mass, Katrin bumped into Mary and kept running, only stumbling a bit before getting back up to pace. Mary, meanwhile, completely lost her balance and fell backwards onto her butt.

“Oof! Heeeyyyy!” Mary shouted back at them, but the two were clearly gone. She went to get up, but noticed a tug on her hair. Looking back, she saw that it was caught within the slit of a sleek machine. Detecting something in its slot, it automatically started up.

“...Seriously? Again?! Ugghhhh!” Mary got her phone back out as her hair was slowly pulled into the laminator once again. Pursing her lips in a pout, she took a quick selfie and posted it to her social media story with the caption ‘got caught in this dumb thing AGAIN!!!’. She then tossed her phone aside and crossed her arms, resigning herself as the laminator pulled the rest of her in.

In the meantime, Rose and Katrin’s chase had led them outside the main office cubicles and into the center of Fondre Tower. It was an impressive and lavishly expensive structure on the inside. Each floor of the towering structure was a ring of rooms with an open space in the middle, meaning you could look down from the very top floor of the tower and see the open lobby area of the ground floor. This little detail was the most important part of Rose’s scheme.

Bounding up staircase after staircase, the impromptu game of pissed off cop and lewd robber went onward and upward. Katrin started sweating and breathing heavily, taking a moment to rest at the bottom of yet another set of stairs. Rose ran up them with ease, looking back down at her chaser.

“D’aww, what’s the matter,” she goaded from the top of the stairs, “Having a hard time getting that fat ass up some steps? Too bad ya ain’t skinny like me!” Rose smacked her own booty for emphasis.

With nothing more than a growl, Katrin got her second wind and continued her pursuit. Continuing their climb up the floors of Fondre Tower, they eventually reached the very top floor. Rose ran right to the safety railing where the next set of stairs should have been, trapping herself in a dead end. Rose turned to face Katrin, who was red in the face from rage and exhaustion.

“Give. Me. Your. Phone. NOW!” Katrin held out her hand, demanding the release of her lewd picture.

“Hmmm… maybe if you say pwetty pwease wiff sugar on top,” Rose mocked, swaying her hips from side to side.

Katrin didn’t need to waste any more time. Like a bull staring at a red cape, she charged at Rose in a blind fury!

…To which, Rose responded by simply stepping out of the way at the last second.

Unable to stop herself, Katrin’s midriff hit the railing, and the momentum flipped her right over the edge. With a yelp and an impressive display of reflexes, she managed to hold onto the rail before falling completely. Now only dangling above the lobby many floors below her, Katrin looked back up. Rose loomed over the railing, a satisfied smirk on her face.

Katrin gulped, “N-Now Rosie, I know we’ve had our differences, but if you could just grab my hand real quick…” She trailed off, her grip slipping.

Rose obliged. She held onto Katrin’s hands as she leaned in closer to her face.

“Long live the Queen!”

Rose took Katrin’s hands and flung them forward, sending Katrin hurtling below.

“YOU BIIIIIIIIIIIiiiiii-”

SPLAT

Rose found Katrin’s literal fall from power very, very entertaining. Katrin had landed on her back right in the middle of the spacious lobby’s floor, and wound up completely flattened from the impact. Well, perhaps splattered was the more appropriate term. Like a wad of putty being yeeted into the ground, she had haphazardly smushed outward in all directions, only vaguely keeping her womanly shape. Rose cackled at the sight.

“Wow, I didn’t think you had it in you.”

Rose jumped a bit and swiveled her head toward the voice that had appeared beside her. It was none other than Miss Fondre herself, leaning over the railing just as she had been!

“When did you-” Rose started.

“I heard the commotion from my office. It’s right back there.” Fondre motioned to a luxuriously gaudy purple door a few feet away, “So, looks like little Rose has finally grown a backbone, hmmm?” Fondre pinched Rose’s cheek, only to be swatted away.

“Hey! I’m not even done with her yet!”

“Oooh?” Fondre’s interest was clearly piqued, “My my, what a pleasant surprise! I’m coming along, I need a break from all my important CEO-type business work. You know the kind.”

Rose stared at Fondre for a second, then shrugged, “Sure, just as long as you don’t tell Angela.” She got on the nearby elevator and pushed the button for the first floor.

“Pfff, like I tell that fuddy duddy about any of the fun stuff that goes on around here!” Fondre joined her in the elevator as they rode it down.

When the two emerged from the elevator, they were greeted by a very angry splatter looking at them. Katrin growled in a way that would have been intimidating if she weren’t currently acting as the welcome lobby’s rug. Rose strutted to the top of her flat head and looked down on her.

“Aww, is someone angry?” she mocked, the sarcasm thick in her voice, “Sowwy, a weakling like me had no chance of pulling your fat ass back up from the railing…”

“Mrrrhmmm mmmrrrmph hrrrmph!” Katrin exclaimed, unable to form words through her flattened mouth.

“It really is quite wide now,” Fondre proclaimed. She poked at the paper-thin edge of Katrin’s hips with the toe of her high-heel shoe. Katrin’s face went pure red as humiliation and frustration culminated in a bright hot burning feeling on her face. She couldn’t believe that perverted little punk had actually gotten the one up on her like this! When she got back to normal, Katrin was gonna-

“Mrrrmmph!”

Katrin’s train of thought was interrupted by Rose stepping directly in the middle of her face then walking across her like a living carpet.

“Gimme a sec Big F, you’re gonna love this next part!” Rose said as she passed her boss and made her way to the nearby janitor’s closet.

“...Big F?” Fondre pondered. Looking across the room, Fondre noticed the receptionist sitting at her desk, chewing bubblegum and watching the events unfold in front of her from her seat behind the reception desk.

Fondre looked annoyed. “What, not even gonna get up and check this out, Trish?”

Trish looked down at the bulge sticking out from underneath her skirt, then back up at Fondre. “Eh, I’m enjoying the show from here.” She blew a bubble and popped it to drive the point home.

Before Fondre could give Trish a berating for being so lazy, she was distracted by a mechanical whirr coming from where Rose had gone. Confusion turned to delight as she realized what she saw.

“Oooh, the floor waxer! Excellent choice, dear Rose!”

The floor waxer in question, piloted by Rose, was a modest device. With a bulky body housing the motor as the main part and a circular structure at the bottom, it was a typical piece of hardware for cleaning up a floor. However, if you happened to be part of the floor, as Katrin currently was, it was far from a welcome sight.

“Mrrrrrrph! Hrrr mmmph mrrrrph!” Katrin grunted, attempting to lift herself from the ground and muffling out empty threats.

`“Oh come now Katrin, you didn’t think I’d let you off that easy, did ya?!” Rose said with malicious intent. She then got to work at applying a brand new layer of wax to the newly redecorated part of the floor. As Fondre watched on, Rose steered the floor waxer across Katrin’s surface despite any muffled complaints from the floor decal. The machine had a threefold effect on Katrin’s body: it crushed her even flatter, the rapid circular motion distorted her features into a vague smear, and it even applied a thin, clear layer of wax to really seal the deal. Rose methodically worked her way up and down Katrin like she was mowing a lawn, taking extra special satisfaction in running over Katrin’s panicked face and reducing it to a smear of beige, blonde, and pink splotches on the ground.

After a bit more back and forth, Rose finished. The floor was now decorated with an abstract smattering of Katrin-themed colors. The three 3D women in attendance simply stared in admiration at the sight; Trish trying to hide her clear excitement from how thin Katrin was, Fondre biting her lip over how casually cruel Rose was to her coworker, and Rose getting rosy cheeks at the thought of finally getting back at Katrin.

On the subject of Katrin, the smear was not happy about her predicament. Fuming internally at the indignity of it all, she was left only to vainly struggle against the sealant coating her and preventing her the satisfaction of even squirming an inch. She couldn’t believe that she had been bested by the girl she had been bullying this whole time. And the worst part was, when Rose drove over her crotch… she actually understood why Rose was into this kind of thing.

Fondre clapped her hands, “Well, wasn’t that a delight! Thank you for the lovely show, Rose, you were a much better entertainer than I could have imagined.”

Trish chimed in too, “Yeah, that really lifted my, uh, spirits!”

Rose smirked devilishly. “Well, if you liked the show so much, maybe you should get a front row seat like Katrin here at some point! Ehehehe-”

WHAP

Fondre gave Rose a sharp slap on the back of the head. “Don’t get any ideas, underling.”

Rose lifted her head from the slap and stared out into space. She blinked a few times, then looked around the room. She then looked over at Miss Fondre, the CEO of her company, standing right beside her, bearing a stern countenance.

“Ah, ah, Aaahhhhh! M-M-M-Miss F-F-F-Fondre! I’m sorry! Sorry sorry sorry!” Rose cowered before her superior, completely reverting back to her former self, “I d-didn’t mean anything by it!”

Fondre’s expression shifted to confusion. She looked over at Trish, who just shrugged.

Rose then looked down at the mess she had made. “Oooh! Oh my gosh! I am so sorry Katrin! I-I-I’ll m-make this up t-to you! I’ll f-fix you-!”

Fondre interrupted Rose’s mini episode, “But not right away…”

“B-But-, what?!”

“You’re just so busy with all your work Rose,” Fondre cooed, “Filing all those reports, being such a good girl…”

Rose’s face went as red as a tomato. Then, panic struck her. “Oh no! The report! I gotta finish it before work is over! I-I-I-I-I gotta get back to my desk!” Rose hurried off across Katrin and toward the stairs, punctuating each step with a “sorry” as she stomped across the floor.

Fondre crossed her arms, then sighed to herself. “And here I thought she finally grew some backbone… You!” She suddenly pointed to Trish, who jumped in her seat, “Put this waxer away before I use you to redecorate too!”

Trish stood upright and saluted out of pure fear. “Yes, ma’am.”

Fondre’s eyes shifted down to the tent Trish was pitching. Electing not to bring it up, she went back to the elevator to get back in her office for a little private time. She needed it after that show…

…

After finally dislodging herself from her own flask, Charlotte went back to her notes to look at what she could improve about her new drink. However, something instantly caught her eye. Another flask of the stuff was already sitting on the desk. She read over her notes again, then looked at the labels on the two flasks.

“Wait un second…” she said, holding up the empty flask, “Zis one was zhe control sample zhat I didn’t put any personality changer in…” She looked back down at her notes, then a huge grin grew on her face.

“Ah, little Rose, sank you for teaching me about the power of suggestion. I’ll have to write zhis down…~”