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Rebecca yawned at her desk, tears forming in her blue eyes while one arm stretched behind her short auburn hair. Two weeks wasn’t nearly enough time away. Certainly not when no one else in the office seemed to do any actual work.
Just a few feet away, half-a-dozen other young women were perched on and around another desk, tittering away about something unimportant. Each was dressed more or less the same: all pink microdresses or black miniskirts under tiny white blouses. Each wore the same makeup (which amounted to “a lot”) and cheap, gaudy jewelry. In fact they seemed to be helping each other with both, swapping earrings and reapplying each other’s lip gloss between fits of giggles. They bounced as they laughed, cramped, soft flesh pressing against and spilling out of their tight clothes. Bras had apparently gone out of fashion in the last few weeks, as well.
Rebecca made another noise — a groan this time. Her coworkers had always been self-obsessed, but it had gotten especially bad while she was out.
The “office” was littered with sampled lipsticks, eyeshadows, powders, and discarded fashion magazines. Rebecca noticed a few abandoned articles of clothing and even undergarments draped over cheap chairs. The women didn’t sit in them very often anymore. Instead they showed off their perfectly shaved legs (there wasn’t a pair of pants in sight) by roosting on or bending over desks. Though they mostly congregated together — their work computers gathering dust in different corners of the room.
“Guess this is what I get for taking my eye off of them,” she muttered. “I just wish they pretended to notice I’m back.”
“I noticed,” chimed a lazy voice behind her. “You just seemed so focused I didn’t want to interrupt.”
Rebecca smiled and turned to face her best friend. Ty was carrying two coffees, black as her bob cut. She was young and human (like most of the women on the floor). Her own dark, mauve lipstick was nothing like the bright, shiny stuff the airheads across the room smacked at one another. It contrasted her bright, silver nosering but perfectly matched the mauve dress suit she wore over high, belted boots. The outfit showed off more skin than Rebecca’s blue skirt suit, which wasn’t exactly prudish, but that was Ty. She liked to show off the edges of multicolored tattoos hugging her arms, legs, and neckline — any little defiant touches she could sneak past the dress code. Rebecca would be the first to admit they were beautiful flourishes, even under the fluorescent lights. And the dress code, as written, no longer seemed to apply anyway...
“Thanks,” Rebecca replied, taking one of the drinks. “Glad to know I’m not completely invisible now.”
“Invisible to who? Or hadn’t you noticed all the guys apparently up and quit. Just in time for there to be nobody around to ogle all the Barbie dolls.”
Rebecca had noticed. Or thought she had noticed? She had never been close to anyone at her job: regardless of gender. Ty’s “best friend” title was actually a bit misleading. It had been more like “only friend.” Though Rebecca didn’t like to think about it that way.
She didn’t know any of the men (and barely any of the women) by name. But she did eventually feel a distinct lack of masculine energy. She had scanned the room, then, and thought she recognized at least one man… Only “he” was wearing fishnet stockings under high, tight shorts. Not to mention as much eyeshadow and lipstick as anyone.
It wasn’t impossible that every man in the office had suddenly discovered something very important about themselves in the same two-week period. But Rebecca had dismissed the idea. Looking at one of the less well-endowed floozies at the nearby desk, though, her imagination started to turn.
“So Reb,” Ty continued. “Does the boss lady know you’re back?”
Rebecca groaned again.
“I assume so since she approved my time off.” There was a knot of resignation in her throat. “But I haven’t spoken to her today.”
“Can’t keep avoiding your one-on-one forever,” Ty chided. “Gods know you’ve tried.”
She had tried. Ms. Nixia was the start of all her woes — and the reason Rebecca had needed a vacation so desperately. If that meant she could put off having a private conversation with her manager that much longer, all the better.
It wasn’t the woman herself, exactly. It was the way she had let standards slip since she was suddenly put in charge just one month back. And the way her coworkers doted on Nixia for it...
The new boss was the talk of the town when she had first arrived. That was no surprise. Nixia was a lamia: a rare sight even in the big city. Even as “mythical” creatures were more and more accepted as part of everyday life over the centuries, her people hadn’t made much effort to intermingle with lowly humans. Lamia society was notoriously stuck up (or so it was said). When they did accept roles outside of their own little conclaves, it was almost always in positions removed from the populace: politicians, top-tier executives, philanthropists, etc. Nixia was decidedly middle management by comparison.
This made her more approachable to the women of the office. And they approached in droves. Nixia was absurdly popular and incredibly sociable. So much so that it seemed like Rebecca was the only one doing actual work at work. The rest increasingly crowded their boss, crooning over her lustrous pink body, complimenting her, admiring the beautiful ancient jewelry she wore, and yes… dressing to catch her eye in turn.
Ty was seemingly the only other person in the office not ironically charmed by the snake-woman. Hence their fast friendship.
“I just can’t stand the idea of listening to her drone on for hours,” Rebecca finally said. “Those private meetings take forever. Plus I don’t need advice on how to do my job when I’m, y’know, the only one doing my job.”
“Wow!” Ty gasped and clutched her chest in false indignity. “The only one doing your job? Oh, wait, you’re right.”
“You know what I mean,” Rebecca sighed, breathing out just a little bit of relief that her friend was still acting like herself.
The other, unspoken issue was still nagging at the back of her mind. This theory hadn’t been quite as easy to discard as some of her equally fanciful ones. Any time an employee had their one-on-one with Ms. Nixia, they seemed to… change. Those fascinated with their boss in the beginning became obsessed. Those who had seemed lukewarm at first warmed up, then equally captivated by her presence.
Snatched bits of conversation revealed that everyone was dating someone. Often multiple someones. More and more frequently, too. Though these trists sounded more like strings of one-night stands than actual relationships. Other topics included spending money on hair, clothes, and other enhancements. One woman Rebecca had known a little, Georgia, never seemed like the sort to get a boob job. Yet she was seated on her desk, bare legs crossed and staring blankly at the ceiling under bleached blonde bangs, freckled knockers twice as large and exposed as they had been three weeks ago.
And it all started whenever someone had a one-on-one meeting with Nixia.
As if on cue, there was a sound at the single elevator at the other end of the office. The women stood to attention and stared at the double doors, smiling brightly and adjusting their perfectly noticeable cleavage to miraculous levels.
Their department head slithered into the room. Literally. Nixia was more buxom than any of her… admirers. Though she covered herself in a high-collared, black dress shirt with a red tie under a pristine, white suit jacket. Her skirt was just as white and just as crisp. The hips it flared over, however, didn’t split into supple legs like her employees. They converged into glittering rose scales and a pale underbelly.
The lamia’s prodigious, serpentine body trailed out of her clothes and behind her person. It took so long for her to completely exit the elevator that Rebecca thought the doors might close on the tip of her tail. Nothing so undignified ever happened to Ms. Nixia, though. She gently weaved away without a care.
Their employer’s harem erupted into appreciative crooning for the subject of their worship. The women surrounded Nixia, chests pushed out, lips just a bit poutier than usual. The executive greeted them two or three at a time: often physically. Inappropriate touching was a long forgotten (and unpronounceable) phrase at her place of business. And Nixia reveled in that, teasing one girls’ hair with a hand while the tip of her tail cupped another’s chin. Each and every one of them melted into ecstasy at the contact.
“Guhhh…” Rebecca groaned. “Guess my reports to HR didn’t go through.”
“They did,” Ty corrected her. “That’s Alyx right over there.”
Ty nodded at a thin, feminine figure with a bare midriff over a short, plaid skirt. They tilted farther and farther backwards over their desk, legs spread wide and expression blissful as Nixia loomed, stroking the human’s jaw as she murmured something.
“She had a one-on-one with Ms. Nixia the day after you left,” the black-clad woman continued. “Now it’s Alyx with a ‘y’ and the two see each other twice a week.”
Rebecca stared at the scene, aghast. Blood rushed to her face as she recalled the somewhat familiar employee from earlier that day.
“This is not normal,” she blurted. “We’ve always worked with some real airheads, but this?”
She gestured at another semi-secluded corner of the room where two women were barely pretending to be bashful. They stole long glances at their boss between much longer, deeper kisses. One of them was practically falling out of her overstuffed cotton blouse as her companion not-so-subtly slid a hand into the top to play with nipples that were plenty visible even with the fabric. Similar scenes were popping up all over the office as the queen of the floor wove her way to her private office — the public excitement over her arrival receding into a dull roar and a low thrum of leftover passion.
“Was it like this the entire time I was gone?”
Ty bit her bottom lip, looking pensive. But she didn’t answer.
“Ty!”
“Shhh,” her friend hushed. “You’re gonna get yourself noticed, Reb.”
“What?” Rebecca couldn’t keep the urgency out of her voice, but brought the volume down.
Ty leaned in and spoke more softly.
“Things have definitely gotten… weird… since the Snake Boss started running her own show. I didn’t think much about it until you left and I had nothing to do all day but stare at the peanut gallery.”
She gestured at the softcore orgy rapidly solidifying around them. Nixia had finally made it through the throng to her own office: one short, round, and very beautiful specimen following her gleefully through the open doorway. Without a word to the rest of the employees — not even to chastise them all back to work as any trumped-up administrator would — she coiled through the threshold and began softly shutting herself in with the giggling girl.
Societal fears of goblins, oni, harpies and, yes, lamia devouring humans whole in the night had died out with the dark ages. Rebecca wasn’t prejudiced like that. But something about the way her employer, a woman she had never actually been alone with, looked at the nameless young lady tripping over herself to serve the local celebrity conjured the image of a predator with her prey.
Ms. Nixia caught Rebecca’s stare just before closing the door. She smiled behind her angled glasses. Rebecca’s face flushed. The door was closed before she could look away. “Like a deer in headlights,” she thought bitterly.
Besides that single glance, the two comparatively normal conspirators might as well not have existed. Ty kept her voice low regardless and continued.
“I already put in my resignation,” she said. “Not long after you left. That’s how I’ve avoided seeing her alone. I know it’s, like, silly… But it’s also annoying and weird and everyone starts acting like this after they have their first convo with the big lady.”
Ty shook her head.
“Looking for a new job is totally gonna suck, but I’ll take that over joining the cheerleader squad after she zaps me with whatever spooky shit she’s been using.”
“Spooky… shit?” Rebecca rolled her eyes, the dread building from Ty’s corroborated suspicion dimming slightly. “You’re saying she’s doing this with magic?”
“What else could it possibly be?”
“Bribes,” Rebecca countered. “Blackmail, extortion, drugs, a really convincing PowerPoint!”
She counted the more likely (more likely than magic anyway) explanations off on her fingers, adding that bit of pettiness to convince herself as much as Ty.
“Magic is expensive! Not to mention rare and dangerous. Who would bother using it to make themselves a private little brood of bimbos?”
“I don’t know,” Ty said with mock dismay. “Maybe somebody super rich with access to tons of weird shit nobody else knows about. Lamia shit, Reb.”
“It’s not magic!”
Rebecca clasped her hands to her mouth, realizing she had nearly been shouting. Nobody seemed to notice. In exchange, she tried not to notice the growing public displays of… affection around her. Nor the blood running back up to her cheeks as she realized there was nowhere to look where “private” things weren’t happening. Nowhere except back at Ty.
“Alright, Reb, let’s prove it.” Ty stood up to her full height, her coffee cool and forgotten on a nearby counter. “Nixie can’t fire me; I already quit. And you can’t tell me you plan to stick around much longer.”
Rebecca’s cheeks were still red, but the heat was from a rising sense of dissatisfaction as much as anything lascivious.
“I don’t know,” she demured. “If she’s really doing something… wrong… wouldn’t it be better to just leave together? We could tell someone else to check in on things.”
“Somebody like Alyx?” Ty scoffed. “Come on. We can’t just leave these people here.”
She paused.
“Plus, y’know... The job market completely bites right now. If we can get some kinda proof Nixie is up to something, we might have a juicy lawsuit on our hands!”
Rebecca gave her friend a wan look.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t think about it, too.” Ty was unmoved.
“Fine,” Rebecca snapped. “Did you come up with some kind of plan in the last two weeks?”
“As a matter of fact…” Ty smiled wickedly. “I just needed a partner.”
It didn’t take long for the pair to put this idea into action. It wasn’t much of one: Rebecca would distract Ms. Nixia long enough for Ty to sneak into her private office. There was a closet inside with a sliding door. It would be easy enough to get inside and leave said door open just a crack. That would leave Ty free to film any interaction in the room on her phone.
“Once I’m inside you can tell her you’re finally ready for your one-on-one.” Ty sounded like a kid describing her favorite scene from a movie. Her own, not inconsiderably endowed chest quivered in its dress with almost nervous excitement as when the office had greeted their queen. “I’ll film whatever she tries to pull.”
“You’ll film it?” Rebecca sounded nervous herself. “What about me? I’ll be all alone if she tries… tries...”
“Magic?” Ty snickered. “I thought we ruled that out.”
“How are you getting back out?” Rebecca changed the subject, butterflies twirling in her stomach.
“Easy! You just need to convince her to leave with you. Whatever she does in there, she doesn’t like an audience. If it is magic, it probably doesn’t work on more than one person at once. If not, we’ve got evidence our boss is up to no good.”
“You’re going to get caught,” Rebecca countered. But she started walking towards Nixia’s office.
“Yes?” The snake-woman didn’t hiss the word, exactly, but like many of her people she had a light accent that implied she might hiss.
Ms. Nixia had come to the door after just three sharp knocks from Rebecca. Rebecca stared at the powerful woman. Her upper body was still clad in its tight cloth like armor, showing off every humanoid curve.
Speaking of curves, the opposite end of her form arched forward beneath her (mostly ornamental, Rebecca thought) business skirt before it trailed backwards again into the room. Even from the door, Rebecca could see its tip uncoiling from the soft leg of the woman from earlier. Her clothes were disheveled: hastily thrown back on and showing more than they concealed. It was obvious what the two had been doing, but the mocking veneer of humility was as strong here as in the rest of the building.
“I believe there’s a package for you, Ms. Nixia.” Rebecca managed not to stammer. “They need a signature.”
“I see,” the larger woman ceded. “Why don’t you run along, Cindy.”
“Awww,” the rumpled employee sighed. “But we were just-”
“Now, my dear…” The tip of Nixia’s tail disappeared behind the secretary’s rear and her eyes went wide with barely concealed pleasure.
“Yes, Ms. Nixia.”
The pair shuffled out of the smaller room and into the den of femininity. Rebecca just barely caught Ty slipping in behind them as the door closed.
Barely seconds later, Rebecca was following her serpentine supervisor right back in, apologizing for the confusion about the nonexistent delivery.
Well, “following” wasn’t quite the right word. Nixia’s body was ahead of Rebecca, yes, but the human woman had no choice but to walk side-by-side with the sleek, gigantic mass of her true length.
The lamia waved off her subordinate’s apology before fluidly sliding back around to face Rebecca: looking down on even the high-heeled woman’s frame. There was no pose the pink and light brown figure could strike that wasn’t intimidating, majestic, just a little bit exhilarating, or all three.
“Finally time for that last, pesky one-on-one, you say?”
“Yes, Ms. Nixia.” Rebecca’s breath caught as the prospect of being alone (or close to it) with this breathtaking creature sunk in.
“Let’s get started then. Would you please get the door?”
“Yes, Ms. Nixia.”
Rebecca went to the office door — the room’s only exit — and quietly locked it. Without further instruction, she then approached the dark closet where her coworker was hiding behind a mass of hanging garments. Ty hadn’t had the time nor the light to examine the stored outfits. But Rebecca slid the door open wider than its agreed-upon crack and took some of the clothing off its hanger on the far end.
She smiled warmly at Ty, whose gaze she could just barely catch, hiding behind the tightly packed fabrics.
“What are you doing?” Ty mouthed. Her heart raced even as she glared at the friend who had suddenly made her hiding place much less private. She gestured with one hand to close the door again before Nixia noticed.
The silent debate didn’t last long. Ty yelped loud enough for anyone to hear as she suddenly felt something low and fast trip her ankles from behind. She fell hard and fast into her rump, but didn’t touch the floor. Instead she landed, sitting, onto whatever it was that had snagged her from below.
The stealthy thing was nonetheless very fast and very strong. It whisked out of the coat closet with great alacrity — keeping her comfortably but firmly seated on its bulk.
Ty was face to face with Nixia before she realized what was happening. The long, lithe, pink tail that had slipped her out of the closet formed itself into a cushion beneath her dress. She blinked at the lamia, who simply looked down at her with adoring curiosity.
“Hey!” Ty yelped. “What the hell!? Let me go! You can’t jus-“
“I’m so glad you could join us, Ty.” Nixia didn’t miss a beat. “I was worried when you said you were quitting that we wouldn’t get a chance to talk in private.”
“Wha- Private?”
Ty scanned the room for Reb. She found the other woman kneeling, her top neatly folded next to her on the floor, revealing two thick and creamy breasts only caged by a lacey black bra. Her hair followed suit. Rebecca shook her locks free of their bun into a sultry, cascading mess. She continued disrobing like that, seemingly intent on switching into whatever costume she had treacherously plucked from Ty’s sanctuary. It was folded next to the remains of her suit.
Nixia continued: “Rebecca and I had a little chat in the elevator just before she left. I’m so glad we did, too. I… persuaded her to change her vacation plans and spend a few weeks at my estate.”
Ty’s heart dropped. Rebecca giggled.
“It was, like, sooo super nice there. Ms. Nixia showed me all kinds of stuff.” Her smile evaporated into a pout. “Two weeks with Mistress wasn’t nearly long enough.”
“That’s not… You can’t just-“
Ty started to her feet, but rough fell back onto her “seat.” She looked down.
How in the world had the villainous lamia coiled herself around Ty’s ankles without her noticing? It didn’t strictly matter. The soft, tight wraps of Nixia’s body flowed up her employee more rapidly once Ty realized she was caught — rising all the way to the hemline of her short dress.
Nixia spun Ty farther up the length of her body. Once. Twice. Three times… It was disorienting but the cause was clear. It freed up more of the large woman’s prehensile tail. The tip patted Ty’s short hair once it had the length to do so again. Ty could barely muster a refusal, but tried anyway. Rudely.
“Oh, Ty…” Nixia crooned. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to make us both more comfortable.”
Nixia punctuated this by fussing with the buttons of her high collar. Ty continued.
“Let me go,” she croaked. “Let me out of here right now or I swear I’ll show the whole world what you’ve been doing in here, you big bitch!”
“But what have I been doing, exactly?”
“I don’t- Uh…”
“Mistress makes everyone super duper happy,” Rebecca continued. She had stood up, totally naked now and looking much more comfortable for it. Even so, she began to slip into the black and white uniform she had brought with her from the closet.
“That’s right,” Nixia said, pulling her blouse open before Ty. “You should probably see for yourself before throwing accusations around.”
“I’ve seen plenty,” Ty growled. “And it’s not gonna work on me. Not when I already know you’re pulling some kind… slutty whammy, or whatever.”
“You mean this?”
Beneath Nixia’s blouse were the two round, brown, and full globes Ty had pretty much expected. They were beautiful, of course, just like the rest of Nixia. But they weren’t the only thing that caught the eye.
More ancient jewelry adorned the lamia’s throat — just as on her arms and ears. But this was much less ornate. It was a simple green jewel on a bare string around Nixia’s perfect throat. It glittered brilliantly, rebelling against the poor office light. And the emerald glint fell over Ty’s gaze like a veil.
“Like I said,” Ty said quietly, staring at the jewel. “That’s not… gonna work.”
“What won’t work?” Nixia asked. She slid her upper body closer to Ty. “This beautiful little bauble?”
“Yesssss…” Ty agreed breathily. “That…”
The coils of her captor slid more confidently up the human’s body then. Ty struggled gamely… or thought she did. The more she wiggled the more the serpent mass rushed to fill awkward gaps and cradle her. The more she fought, the more comfortable she became. The easier it was to stare at the pretty pendant.
“This is what you came to see,” Nixia informed her. “You snuck into my private office just to get a glimpse of it. That’s alright. Take more than a glimpse. Look all you want, Ty.”
That made sense to Ty. She snuck into her boss’s office to see how she made everyone so… silly? Happy? Something like that. It made sense to get a good, long look at the source of this mysterious power for herself. It wasn’t like the magic or whatever was going to work on her. Not now that she knew Nixia could use the pendant to make her super, duper happy.
Her tail wasn’t making it easy, though. Ty was wrapped up to her neck in increasingly cozy pink scales. It was hard not to grow more and more relaxed as her struggles became obviously useless. Something about that felt wrong to Ty, far back in her mind, but it was washed out by the thrumming, warm light filling up the rest of her thoughts.
“Uhhh…” she managed. “What’d you do t’ Reb…?”
Changing the subject was difficult. Ty was very, very interested in the pretty pendant swaying back and forth before her eyes. It was what she was here for, wasn’t it? Nixia was swaying, too. Her upper body and the wonderfully wiggly big boobs upon which the jewel rested rocked back and forth subtly, but it was impossible not to notice while Ty was so firmly restricted. Distantly she noticed her head was being held forward — closer to the light — by the tip of the lamia’s tail.
“Nothing,” Nixia explained as she shrugged the rest of the way out of her sensible jacket. “Didn’t she tell you? She’s been on vacation for two whole weeks. At my estate, of course. She had the most wonderful time of her life there. Isn’t that true, Rebecca?”
Rev giggled: “Yes mistress. Serving you personally is the most, mmm, fulfilling experience your slave could ask for!”
Rebecca was fully “clothed” again: in a mockery of a French maid uniform that seemed to double as a push-up bra. Her milky mounds rose up and out of the costume into a shelf of cleavage Ty could have gotten lost in… if her eyes weren’t already full of the glowing, mesmerizing pair before her. Her “friend” had no such pendant. Instead, the black and white frills of her clothes circled around her throat, forming a sort of delicate collar.
The ensemble ended high on her thighs, naturally, in a short skirt that made it impossible not to notice liquid dripping down her legs from a happy, wet snatch if she so much as leaned too much. White, thigh-high stockings tried valiantly to squeeze back her thick flesh, which spilled over their tops in wonderful skindentation.
Had Rebecca always been so voluptuous? Ty didn’t think so, but it was so hard to tell in those frumpy office clothes. You got such a better look at what people were really like if they just dressed a bit nicer — a bit sexier. Ms. Nixia had was explaining exactly that as Ty stared back and forth between her friend and her supposed employer.
“And she looks so much happier now, don’t you think? Rebecca told me all about how you told her your previous employer never appreciated her enough.”
“That’s… true…” Tu agreed. Her eyes were firmly fixed back on the pendant as Ms. Nixia raised her voice again. “Reb is… great…”
“Exactly! If she’s happy, this must be a good thing. Right Ty?”
“Right Ty?” Rebecca echoed pointedly.
“Uhhh,” Ty repeated. “I mean…”
It was so hard to find the proper reply. She had come here to look at the pretty pendant. To stare at it. To drink it in… Focusing on anything else was tricky. Then again, Ms. Nixia had the pendant, meaning whatever she said was probably important, too.
“Right,” Ty agreed absentmindedly. “I guess so.”
“You don’t need to guess, Ty,” Nixia segued. “Rebecca darling doesn’t guess. She just lets me decide little things like that for her.l
Another giggle: “That’s right!”
“And if Rebecca likes it, that makes it a good thing. So it’s good to let me decide things for you. Then you can focus on what’s important, like my lovely little bauble… Like my lovely, comforting body.
“Right…” Ty agreed again. She felt herself nodding and knew that must be right, too, even if the tail was tipping her head back and forth a bit. “Lovely…”
“I can tell you how to think and how to dress. I can tell you what you enjoy most in the whole, wide world while you get lost in my beautiful trinket.”
“Ri- I mean… No, that’s not…”
Ty couldn’t take her eyes off the glittering gem, but squinted to keep as much of its light out as she could. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go… Ty knew how to think for herself. She had a plan! Only… the plan hadn’t worked. Still, that didn’t mean she needed someone else to do all that hard stuff for her. She could do hard stuff. She could think. She could-
“My, my, my, Ty,” Nixia purred. “Humans are usually some of my most receptive little helpers. You’ve got an exceptionally strong will. Do you know that?”
“Y-Yesss…” Ty slurred.
“Yesss?” Nixia hissed the word back playfully, emphasizing the prolonged final consonant. “Are you mocking me, too?”
“N-No! I jus-“
“Jussst what, my dear? Jussst thought you’d make a joke about my appearance?”
“No? I would never…”
Ty trailed off as Nixia began to move again. She wove her upper body forward and brought the coils around Ty closer to meet in the middle. The lamia reached out to caress Ty’s cheeks, letting the trapped young woman’s chin rest on the slope of her mountainous melons… inches away from the pendant that suddenly obliterated whatever thoughts she had been trying to formula.
“It’s alright, dear. I know you would never say anything negative about me — not about your wonderful, gorgeous, reliable mistress.”
As she spoke, Nixia began to roll Ty’s head in gentle circles, releasing any last tension in her neck or jaw down into the comfy coils, where it disappeared forever. The human’s eyes bulged to take in as much warm light as possible while her chin dropped into a cozy cleft of cinnamon cleavage. Ms. Nixia didn’t smell like cinnamon. She smelled so, so much nicer than that up close.
The lamia snaked one thumb into the gawping girl’s mouth as she Ty’s wonderful, gorgeous, reliable mistress spoke again.
“You did a wonderful job, as usual, Rebecca.”
“Thank you mistress,” the maid shivered with the sound of praise. “We live to serve you!”
“Yes, I think your friend finally got that memo. You may masturbate again as your reward.”
“Oh, thank you mistress!”
Rebecca didn’t even stop kneeling. She simply steadied herself with one hand on the floor, reaching the other back to find the sopping folds beneath her skirt. Her eyes remained fixed on her dazzled former friend (soon to be her sister slave, which was so much better, Rebecca thought). Out of sight, three fingers found their way deep inside, just as they had done whenever Mistress Nixia hadn’t been using Rebecca personally over the past two weeks. Her thumb pressed into an easily excitable button at the top of her pussy.
Then the moaning started.
“You deserve a treat, too.” Nixia adjusted her impeccable glasses with the tip of her pink tail. “It’s not every day someone makes me work for a change.”
Ty moaned something unintelligible through the digit in her lips. A thin string of saliva fell down her teased lip and into that endless expanse of tits. The message seemed to be “I’m in no position to disagree even if I wanted to, mistress.”
“I never did file that silly little resignation form of yours, but maybe that was the last good idea you’ll ever have without my help.”
Ty sucked the thumb greedily now, eyes rolling upwards to look at Mistress Nixia’s face. The light was too close and too strong for it not to fill her vision no matter where she cast her gaze anyway.
“Rebecca has to come back to work. She’s too important to stay at home all day.”
The other servant shrieked on the floor. Whether out of carnal pleasure, joy at being praised again, or disappointment at the news she couldn’t stay with her mistress every waking moment, it wasn’t entirely clear.
“But you… I forget what you even do here, Ty. So why don’t you forget, too. Your mistress says you should forget all about it, Ty. You never worked in any office at all. Your mistress would tell you something important like that if you did.”
The green light inside Ty’s head swirled for a moment, making her groan again with dizziness this time, until her eyes rolled even further back in her head. It only lasted a second before she blinked once. She had lost track of what was happening and, perhaps more distractingly, where she was. The private office was vaguely familiar, but that might have just been the soothing presence of her mistress loom over her.
“Uhhh… Mishress, wha-”
“Shh, darling, don’t speak with your mouth full. In fact, let’s make you a bit more comfortable.”
“Sho cum’furble…”
Nixia motioned to the quivering, panting, half-satisfied lump on the floor.
“Rebecca, dear, come get my skirt.”
The woman did as instructed, shakily, and only brought the snake-woman’s zipper down as she collapsed. Pretending to be her boring, nasty old self all morning instead of the happy, helpful slave she was had really left Rebecca pent up.
The garment fell away from Nixia’s soft scales. Ty fell, too, but only as far as Nixia wanted. The lamia rotated her coiled body with inhuman ease to put Ty on her back — she and Nixia both suspended in the air by the powerful trunk of the larger woman’s body pressed on the carpet.
If this feat of strength strained Ms. Nixia, she didn’t show it. For Ty’s part she was now waist-high to her mistress, chin pointing upwards, hair dangling.
There was less light to invade her mind like this, but it hardly mattered. The glow seemed to naturally emanate from her own thoughts now: thoughts largely funneled into the singular ideal that “Mistress Nixia knows best.”
Ty didn’t have much to explore that new facet of her life for long before noticing another icon before her. Two, in fact. The enormous woman with enormous knockers had been hiding two equally sizable rods right in a triangular dip where beautiful brown flesh met lustrous pink scales.
Ty gasped. Even after everything else, she hadn’t expected these to greet her. Even at half-mast, they were a sight to behold
Nixia ran her palms slowly down her hips into the crook of the glorious cocks.
“Based on your expression, these don’t appear to be an issue for you.”
“No, mistress…” Ty breathed, taking in their pungent scent. “Not at all.”
“Just the same,” Nixia pondered. “I think I’d prefer it if you worshipped them. A girl with spunk like yours should dedicate it entirely to spunk from a woman like me.”
Ty didn’t get the joke. She was too fixated, once again, on the bright light of the all-consuming pendant. The stealthy serpent had once again snuck her tail right next to Ty. This time it dropped the jewel over the uppermost member, letting it dangle over the stiffening shaft, right before Ty’s lowered gaze.
“You want to worship cock, anyway, don’t you Ty. You love to suck and fuck and lick and squeal, but most of all you love cock. Your mistress says so, so it must be true.”
“Yes,” Ty eagerly agreed. “Love cock.”
“You need it. You need a good, regular dicking. Any time, any hole, any place. If you go too long without getting filled with warm, hard meat and pumped full of splooge you’ll be anyone on the street for it,”
“Uh huh,” Ty admitted between pants. “Love cock. Beg for cock. Need cock.”
As they conversed, Nixia had begun stroking her immaculate twin penises. The dark skin inched closer and closer to Ty as she learned more and more about just how much she needed them. She stuck out her tongue to touch the higher of them. Pure fire erupted in her mind, fueled by liquid green light. Nixia continued to inform Ty she was a cocksucker. A nympho. A whore. An eager set of holes meant only to be plugged.
So Nixia plugged the only whole available. Upside down and bound, Ty found herself propelled forward in the great snake’s coils until her mouth slid over one of the stakes like a sleeve. A cocksleeve… Inside her mistress’s coils, that’s all she was. The thought and the light and the second hardon slapping disgracefully across her face as she sucked greedily on its twin melted what was left of her personality to froth.
“Come and help… your friend… Rebecca… I’m not ready to let her go… just yet…”
Ms. Nixia’s voice came out in breathless gasps, but Rebecca had caught her own. She knelt again — this time beside her queen and the woman who had been reduce (almost literally) to a sex toy. Albeit a happy one. The corners of Ty’s mouth curled up in an idiotic smile, even as most of her mouth slid up and down a slick, lipstick-stained shaft. The human barely had any control over her own motion: just the seal of her lips and the twirl of her tongue beneath, as she was forcibly pumped, bodily, over the object of her worship. Occasionally Ty would remember to blink as ribbons of precum from the loose, dickslapping rod splattered her face.
It was that cock which Rebecca took in more practiced hands. She glided over it more gently than Nixia’s excited thrusting, lubricating it with drool spilling down from Ty’s ensorcelled face.
The uncertain rhythm of it began to throw their mistress off game. After two weeks with her, Rebecca had learned that what the goddess enjoyed more than anything else was a surprise. Ty was learning that firsthand, as well.
Nixia moaned this time, teasing her stiff nipples with entirely free hands. It didn’t take much more to send her into gasps and, Rebecca thought with pride, at least one little shriek. All of which only foretold the real performance: hot, sticky cum flooding Ty’s electrified mouth while s simultaneously hosing her low-hanging hair. Rebecca made sure to direct some of the second stream onto the new slave’s face, too. She would love that.
Nixia twitched in delight. Rebecca spurted in surprise and a conflicting desire to keep as much of the live-giving load inside her as possible, even as more of it dripped from her face onto the serpentine belly below. Rebecca smiled vapidly up at both of them.
“Definitely some kind of reward,” Nixia cooed as she rested her human half on the desk behind her. Ty floated along with her, just within reach enough for the lamia to tickle her new pet’s sticky chin. “Your boss has all kinds of new positions in mind for you.”
Two weeks later, Ty finally had a handle on her new routine. Caring for her mistress on such a tight schedule wasn’t easy. She had been so lucky that Mistress Nixia was willing to hire someone with no previous work history. Finding a job in this market would really suck; who knew that sucking could be its own job?
She always tittered to herself when she remembered that joke (so about twice a day). But it wasn’t entirely true. She did a lot of things for the terribly busy executive: cooking, cleaning, laundry… Seeing to her sexual whims was just one very, very important part. And it involved so much more than sucking, thank goodness.
Ty was actually wiping down the mistress’s study at the moment. It was enormous and classical — much bigger than the private office Mistress Nixia sometimes still visited — and required a lot of attention. She would often finish only to find any outfit she wore on the job filthy and in need of its own cleaning. Thankfully, Ty didn’t wear very much unless ordered to. Just then she was capped in a frilly maid’s apron with a teeny bikini top. The latter’s cups were nothing but tiny triangles of string tied into open net patterns that let her incessantly stiff buds poke through. Her titties had grown so much since taking her new job, for some reason, and anything that provided more coverage felt restrictive. She added white thigh-high stockings, of course, plus a lace collar and headpiece to tie the whole thing together. The basic necessities!
Ty couldn’t help but wiggle as she walked in her black, plastic high heels, but those were another essential part of the dress code. It made dusting those hard-to-reach places take quite a while longer, but mistress assured her it was worth the view. Ty was certain her butt was growing, too. Though she couldn’t quite puzzle out why!
Nixia herself was draped crisscross over her desk, chatting via video call and appreciating the sight of her favorite human at work. She eventually beckoned the maid over without hanging up. Ty obliged.
The lamia pointed a finger downward and made it twirl. Ty recognized the gesture immediately. She giddily — but carefully — wobbled behind the desk.
It was a video call alright. Ty recognized the central woman on the other end. She wore a stunning red microdress with a neckline that would have hit her navel if her knockers weren’t so big and round and gorgeous. Rebecca’s hair and lips had grown as well. She looked like a movie star. Though likely the X-rated kind.
She wiggled long, pink fingernails at Ty over the webcam. The maid waved back as she assumed the proper position: resting a soft belly over Mistress Nixia’s much more sinuous girth.
“Hey Ty-Ty!”
“Hey Rebby!”
The sensitive tips of her udders clacked against the wood of the desk as she bent to present her bubble butt to her mistress. She had gotten the nips pierced with glittering barbells to match her nosering (on mistress’s command, of course). The thick tit-flesh pooled on the cool, flat surface more than usual. Ty was definitely bigger in the chest.
“Watcha doin’?” Ty inquired.
“We’re discussing some promising new cattle,” Nixia replied in Rebecca’s stead. “Rebecca darling was just showing me some footage of their progress.”
Ty shuddered — and not just because the looming serpent woman was running a gentle hand up her derriere to her spine. She loved it when Mistress Nixia referred to her fellow, full-blooded mammals “cattle.” It was such a playful, accurate word.
Reb shared her screen to unveil recorded footage of three pretty but very prudishly dressed women in business suits staring intently at a green, glowing pendant Rebecca held before them. Ty didn’t recognize the trio, but knew a few of the other women in the shot. These ones were much prettier with glossy, beestung lips and voluminous blonde hair that matched their expanded bosoms. The employees’ wardrobes appeared to have shrunk even as their bodies grew since Mistress Nixia last took Ty to visit her office. The bimbos were firmly holding the three drab women in place to continue staring at the jewel. Nobody in the image seemed to mind.
Ty, for her part, just grew increasingly wet.
Mistress Nixia seemed to notice. Her maid felt pressure at her rump, then again at her molten pussy. The two cocks teased her entrances while she whimpered and the two businesswomen discussed next steps.
“Have them on my desk by Monday,” Nixia ordered. “Give the half-Oni some extra attention, though. They’re often tougher to crack than you funny little humans.”
Rebecca giggled and agreed before signing off.
“That’s so funny,” Ty mused. “I can’t, like, imagine working someplace I’d have to dress so stuffy.”
“Of course not, dear.” Nixia punctuated her agreement by gliding into the girl twice over. Ty squealed, her heels lifting off the ground as the vigorous lamia drove the doughy behind a few inches up the curve of her own, languid body. “You prefer to be stuffed on the inside.”
“Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh… huh!” Ty agreed between thrusts, the forceful double-dicking causing her jugs to jiggle like mad against the other side of the snake tail cushion. “I… I… I love my… job!”
That was all she could add before her fists clenched and her moans drowned out the rest of her thoughts. It was looking like another hard day of work.