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Maid Fur Hire
-by XD4000
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The world I once knew disappeared as the elevator shut its doors and began to rise up to floor seven for my job interview. Truth be told, I was not feeling particularly optimistic about the job. My collar had already started to feel tight and my forehead grew hot even before the elevator was halfway to my destination. The year had not been too kind to me in terms of work opportunity, and part of me was already writing today as another example of a long line of prospective manager interviews where I’d be given some hackneyed softball speech echoing something like “you’re qualified and we’d love to hire you, but we found someone who’s just one percent more qualified than you, so we’re hiring them instead”. To be fair, they were completely in their right to do that, but even then it didn’t make the rejection sting any less. I was near the end of my rope that day, but I tried to clear my head, at least for the next thirty minutes. Focus on the interview now, panic later.

I nearly jumped as the elevator dinged and my floor number on the console lit up. I shook my head and loosened up, then took a deep breath, trying to look as confident as possible as the doors opened and I crossed the threshold. To my surprise, I seemed to be the only candidate interviewing that day: the little waiting room the elevator left me at had a couple rows of chairs, but all of them were empty. A few motivational posters and other paraphernalia of the company lined the walls, all trying to inspire morale, but I didn’t pay it much heed. The only morale boost I needed was a job offer. Besides, I already knew full well what the company I was applying for was really about. 

Transient Fantasy incorporated gave away pretty much everything you needed to know about the company with its name, or so I believed at the time. The internet buzzed with all sorts of wild rumors about experiences there ranging from quiet evenings with potential matches to full blown debauchery. Still, they were all just rumors. It was well known that employees of Transient Fantasy signed life rending non-disclosure agreements, though rumor also had it that the pay more than made up for signing any kind of document. I suppose that’s what first drew me to apply, and much to my surprise, I heard back within the same day as the interview time. With such a fast turnaround, I became skeptical, though I had nothing better to do. Learning even a bit about this mysterious company, even through a meaningless interview, could surely be interesting. As I took my seat in the waiting room, I just prayed that it wasn’t a pyramid scheme.

My leg bounced involuntarily as I waited for my name to be called. A wide television screen sat on the wall in front of me, playing informational videos about the company, and beside that was a dark colored door. I decided to use the time to absorb some of the content from the videos, hoping to maybe use some buzzwords or company lingo in the coming interview. The volume on the video was turned low, but of the infrequent dialogue I could pick up, none of it jumped out at me as noteworthy. However, the video began to play a jaunty tune over footage of a few executive looking types shaking hands with a sleek man in a suit. As the man had shaken all the hands, he then waved goodbye to them, and then to the camera, before stepping into some sort of pod. The doors to the pod slowly crawled open, letting out a gust of steam, but the man in the suit wasn’t deterred. He gave a bow, then stepped into the pod, letting its doors shut. An executive then came beside the pod and began pressing an assortment of buttons before flipping a switch. The pod then lit up with a blinding pink light, and over the door of the pod, a hazy symbol appeared. I tried to make it out through the steam and light obscuring the video feed, but as it settled, I blinked and realized what it was.

The gender symbol for females.

The video immediately cut off. In its place, a digital avatar of a receptionist appeared, their gaze going side to side as they looked for something. I had seen these kinds of avatars before in popular streamers to project avatars in place of a webcam, but to see one used in a business setting like this was jarring. Still, the avatar seemed innocuous enough. Just a typical human female receptionist like one would expect from a job interview. I just assumed it was maybe a way for the receptionist to work remotely and gave it a shrug.

Then the frantic voice of the avatar came to life. “Hello, yes? Shoot, is this thing on? No, stop touching that, I got it, I got it! Ughh, hello? Can you hear me in there?”

I looked around the room. “Uhh, are you talking to me?”

“Yes!” The avatar smiled. “Are you Taylor?”

“That’s me.”

“Perfect! We here at Transient Fantasy were so so happy to get your application the other day, and to find out you lived in the city no less made us even happier. No headaches with worrying about relocation or anything.”

I gave a nervous laugh. “R-right. Can I also ask, is the entire interview going to be done like this?”

“Oh, not at all,” chirped the avatar. “Our interview process is much more of a hands on and skill based sort of assessment. We want to see how you’d function on the job, and what better way to test that than with some practical applications? Hmm, though this is strange…” 

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“No, nothing. Just had to double check your application paperwork. I was thrown off a bit by your voice, but I’ve got the stamp of approval here from my bosses, so no mistaking that you are in the right spot for your interview. Now, before we continue, we just have a few preliminary questions for you to make sure your interview process goes as smoothly as possible.”

“Sounds good,” I said. “Ready when you are.”

“Excellent!” The avatar looked along its virtual desk, the sound of papers being stacked and organized picked up over the microphone. “First off, do you have any lace or silk allergies?”

I cocked my head at the odd question, but still gave my answer. “Uhh, no, none at all.”

“Good to know, good to know. Hmm, second question: how do you feel about Furrets? They’re somewhat of a mascot here at Transient Fantasy, so we just want to see what your opinion on them are.”

“Like the Pokemon?” I asked. “Yeah, sure, they’re pretty cute, I guess.” 

“Great, great. Third question: How good are you with meeting new clients? Do you feel like you’re able to break the ice and figure out what a client or customer wants within just the first few moments of seeing them?”

My heart skipped a beat. I had had these sorts of questions fired at me many times before. They were gauging to see how much training and commitment I would need to get started. I knew exactly the kind of answers they were looking for. I cleared my throat and began. “I actually think that one of my strongest skills is my ability to get new clients to not only feel comfortable and relaxed, but also getting them to explain to me what they need in plain terms that we both understand. That way neither of us has to guess or beat around the bush.”

The avatar nodded. “I like that answer a whole lot, I must say,” she giggled as she looked over more of her paperwork. “How about this? It’s your first day meeting with a new client. They’re testing out the systems of the company for the first time and it’s up to you to show them the extent of everything that Transient Fantasy has to offer. What do you do?”

I thought for a moment. “Well, I feel like it would be similar to my previous answer: try to get the client relaxed, try to understand what their expectations are, and then meet those expectations a hundred and ten percent.”

“Really?” The avatar asked. “No matter what a client’s expectations or wants might be, you’d be committed to meeting them all the way and then some?”

I shrugged. “Of course. I wouldn’t be doing my job if I wasn’t.”

As I said my answer, I heard multiple voices giggle and laugh from behind the microphone of the avatar, but the main voice was quick to shush them. I thought about questioning it, but I didn’t think it was my place. I had to roll with the punches of these interviews, even if I ended up being the butt of their joke. The questions seemed normal enough, though. At some point they’d run out of things to ask me and either tell me to fuck off or offer me a job. I just hoped that I wouldn’t be tormented for too long.

As the avatar got control of the room again and clapped, I saw a document appear on the right half off the screen. “Ahem, sorry for the outburst there. The office environment here is a little off-the-cuff, but we are also liberal in applying fun little punishments. At any rate, what you see on the screen here is a company policy document that we’ll need you to sign at the bottom of in order to continue on through the interview process. Just your standard jargon, but feel free to give it a read.”

I sighed as I skimmed over the first few lines. As expected, it was an NDA. Still, if they were having me sign this, I assumed it meant that I was going to be let in on even more of the company’s inner workings. Or perhaps even that meant a job offer waited right after me signing this? I didn’t think. Using my finger, I signed my name on the touch screen at the bottom of the document, then hit the check mark.

“Alright, signed,” I said.

“Ooh, you read that fast,” said the avatar. “Or maybe you’re a little more daring than we thought? Hehe, no matter. With the boring paperwork out of the way, we can start getting into the fun part! Head over to the door to your right and we’ll meet you inside.”

I couldn’t help but find the avatar’s enthusiasm infectious. My own spirits lifted as I nodded and went over to the dark door. I heard some gears turn on the other side, then the door slid open, letting a wave of steam fall out into the room. I couldn’t see beyond the door. It was all obscured in darkness and a faint pink glow, but even before I could consider it all too much, I told myself how close I was to this job. I mean, it’s not like they were going to murder me or anything, right? I could always turn down the offer if things got too out of hand, but at the time, my mind didn't even fathom the depth of the debauchery that would transpire at my interview for Transient Fantasy.

The door behind me shut and locked. I gave the handle a small tug, confirming as much, but stayed calm. The room I had entered was smaller than the waiting room, but not cramped. A hexagonal space reminiscent of a changing room, complete with a small bench and mirrors lining every wall, even over the door.  I had no idea what to expect, so I just sat down on the bench and waited for some sort of cue. Thankfully, the avatar’s voice came on over an intercom that echoed throughout the chamber.

“All comfy in there, Taylor?” The avatar asked.

“As much as I can be. I am getting a little nervous, though. Am I going to be let out?”

The avatar giggled. “Of course, silly! Hehe, just let the technology do its work. Oh, but before we really kick it into high gear, would you mind depositing your clothes into the cubby below the bench you’re sitting on? It will help with the decontamination process and we will provide you with a company uniform while you are on site today. Your clothes will be returned to you at a later point.”

Ah, so that’s what this was, was it? Some kind of decontamination chamber. Perhaps they aimed to keep the main area of the offices sterile for some kind of reason? I mean, at the time, I was trapped in a dimly lit room, so I had little choice but to comply. I started with my shoes and socks, slipped off my jacket and collared shirt, then slid off my slacks. I stacked them all into a neat pile and put them in the cubby beneath me. As I left the pile there, though, I felt the clothes brush past my retreating fingers. I went back to check and my clothes were gone. 

“Ahem,” the avatar’s voice said. “We do need you to remove all articles of clothing.”

I began to blush. Were they watching me? Or had they rifled through my belongings already to see I was still in my undershirt and boxers? Still, I didn’t see another option. I just told myself to think of the job. To think of how close I was. I did as the voice instructed and took off the last of my clothes and put them in the cubby. As soon as I did, I felt someone snatch the clothes away from me, leaving me nude in the chamber. I caught my naked body in the reflection of all the mirrors, trying to cover myself up as best as I could by crossing my legs, but I tried to stay relaxed. I didn’t want them to think anything bad about me from this, so I just tried to let it happen, hoping the process would only take a few moments more before I was given something to cover up with.

“I believe that’s everything, then,” the avatar giggled. “Next step, function ‘TF_FM_0001’, engaging!”

The avatar’s microphone cut off as soft music began to play in the background. Something beneath me began to whirl and come alive. Machinery chugged all around me and the pink glow of the room grew even brighter. I could feel my heart beating faster. My lungs filled with some strange sensation. Every breath in and out felt clearer. I tried to stand up, but felt lightheaded and plopped back down on the bench. All I could do was breathe and slowly lift my head up, trying to keep my wits about me. I tried to calm myself down. Nothing bad would happen. Nothing could. This was just all part of the job, right?

“This...won’t take much longer, right?” I asked. “Then we can move on to the rest of the manager interview?”

The avatar didn’t respond. I heard some loud clatter outside the room and distressed voices, but nothing addressed my concerns. Had something gone wrong with the machine I was in? I was just getting a little decontamination, right? My eyes began to itch. I sighed and moved my hand up to scratch at my face. Of course I’d be having some kind of allergic reaction to all of this. Just perfect. I closed my eyes and massaged my eyelids, but oddly enough, I felt something soft brush along them. Something like a fleece blanket or something. No...it was something else. My eyes widened as I went to inspect what softness had touched my face, when I saw the ends of my fingers. It started off with just a few strands popping up along the tips of my fingers, but soon, my entire hand began to itch and feel the curious sensation of those growing patches of fur. That chocolate brown fur now covering both my hands right up to my wrists. 

“Uhhh, excuse me?” I called out to whoever could hear. “I...I think I’m having a reaction in here...or hallucinating!”

I pressed both my furry palms to my face. I rubbed them over my cheeks and along my chest. No mistaking the plush fur for anything else but the genuine article. Worse too, the once hairless skin I had pressed my hands to now began to grow similar fields of that soft fur. I was unfortunate enough to catch myself in the mirror, seeing new cream colored fur race across my skin. I began to realize the sadistic function of all the mirrors. Was this really part of the interview process? What could this fur possibly accomplish? My mind ran wild trying to understand it all that I nearly passed out, but I held on, if only spurred on by the morbid curiosity of seeing where this interview was taking me.

As waves rolled under my skin and my body felt such strange pressure, I looked back to my hands. That fur filled the spaces between my fingers, but no, these were not fingers anymore. They had shrunk while I was panicking. More like paws with three feral digits at the end. So it wasn’t just a coat of fur, huh? My body really was morphing into something else. Transforming. I began to regret not reading whatever document I had signed more closely, and yet, even as I saw the fur climbing all over my body, I felt myself still hanging on to my senses. Could this all really be for the job? Surely if whatever they were administering on me worked, then they’d have to hire me? How could I go back out into the world in whatever I was transforming into? Would this be my new life? Would I be like this forever?

Hehe, of course! I signed up for this, afterall! 

My head whipped in every direction. Who had said that? A female’s voice that sounded so close, like it was right next to me, yet I was still alone in the chamber. Was it a voice from outside? Someone who willingly signed up for this? It surely wasn’t me. Whatever was happening...surely this wasn’t in the fine print? And yet, my body only told a story on the contrary as it continued to change. My eyes watched in awe. My heart began to calm. My new paws weren’t shaking. Moreover, I remember feeling such strange wonder and amazement, only wanting the process to continue.

As I still kept my legs crossed, I found myself trying to contain something even stronger though. I felt my own cock harden beneath my thighs, eager to escape, but how would such a display come off in this crucial junction of the interview? No, I couldn’t risk it. I tried to keep my surprising arousal concealed, content with subtle grinds of my now plush and furry legs brushing along my manhood, hoping that it wasn’t obvious. Something about the whole process was getting me so hot and bothered. So wanting for touch, making it all the harder to contain myself.

I looked at my toes which had now, like my hands, become fur covered digits at the end of paws. I even held the bottom of my paws up to the mirror, confirming their complete transition as I noted the pink little paw pads on the bottom of them. From there, a strange new pressure formed around my legs. Skin crawling, moving, reshaping itself. My legs would no longer comply with me and they flung themselves open, unfortunately letting my cock out to breathe. I shuddered and tried to hide it, only resorting to doubling over the bench, placing my paws where I was sitting and hoping this would all go faster. As I had hoped for speed, though, it occurred to me how I was contorting myself. Where the chamber once felt small compared to the waiting room, it now seemed about the same size. Something about the room had to be getting bigger...or not.

No. As I looked down my chest, seeing even more of myself change, I realized the room had stayed the same size. I was getting smaller.

Thoughts were coming in too fast for me to process. As I grappled with my ever shrinking frame, I realized my hips had been rocking back and forth as my cock grinding along the floor, getting whatever touch it could get. Before any sort of embarrassment could set in from that, I felt something new in my body brush up against the mirror behind me. A mounting pressure that had been growing out of me all this time and I never caught it till it was too late. New fur of mine pressed out from my backside and up against the glass. I slowly turned around, seeing my new tail swishing back and forth so excitedly. I supposed my body knew how to react better than I did.

Still, I couldn’t help but watch with wide eyes and admiration as my tail flicked behind me. Such a lustrous shine to my fur. So cute. The kind you could brush for hours and hours just to please whoever owned it. I really could brush it for so long. To press my face in it. 

“Gosh, I look so cute! Whatever is happening, just keep it going! Crank it up to eleven! Make me into the perfect Furret!”

I caught myself. That outburst had to have been me. I felt the words escape my throat, yet it sounded nothing like me. That girl’s voice. I had never heard that voice in my life. And what the voice had said. Did it know I was turning into a Furret all this time? That was the end game then? To be reduced to a mascot for the company? No, I held on hope that there was more to it. I tried to stifle that girly voice inside me, but it seemed futile, for with every passing moment, I could feel myself getting more and more into a giggling fit. Starting off soft first, but slowly indulging in it, my giggling filling the room as I marveled at my new body.

I fought two losing battles with my body then: one to stop that high pitched voice in me from getting out again and saying something stupid or lewd, while the other tried to keep my ever burning and aching cock from spurting right there in the chamber. My hips wouldn’t stop rocking. I bit down, trying to gain some semblance of control, but it slipped away as soon as I grabbed it. I looked back into the mirror, and as I blinked, I saw the whites of my eyes disappear. They became more beady, like pieces of refined obsidian, shimmering there in the pink glow. Every blink brought on more and more changes to my eyes till they resembled a perfect Furret’s in every way. 

“Of course my eyes would look that way, duh! Gotta look the part, right? Silly, girl!”

Had I just...scolded myself? Was my personality splitting? Or was there some dormant part of me trying to take over? No, it couldn’t have been dormant. That would imply it had been there all along, and that most assuredly could not have been right. It must have been something created by the entire transformation process. Still, why did I find myself enjoying this all so damn much then? The rising pleasure, the warmth of my new fur, and even how comforting my new voice sounded. I threw my head back and cried out as more waves of pleasure washed over my body with every passing second, but the cry I made was not my voice. It was not manly or baritone, but in fact, female. Girly, even. I shuddered.

I looked back into the mirror, seeing if I could get a sense of where all this euphoria in my body was spreading from, and the only conclusion I got was my widening hips and curving figure. My once sleek sides were rounding out. My angles had lost all edge. Only softness and roundness could be found on my body now. Even my belly began to feel a bit bloated as it softened up. A shame to lose all my gym progress, but that was at the back of my mind now, especially as the greatest change on my chest began to make itself known. 

Where I once had just the single pair of nipples on my chest, much to my shock, they now began to multiply. New pairs of them began to shift down along my chest and belly until I had 4 pairs lining my body. Not content with just that, but they became inflamed and engorged, growing larger, filling out so well. So full with such sensitive teats. They felt so heavy on me, doubting if my body could even contain them. I dared to brush my paw along one, but even that proved much too stimulating. My voice cried out again, this time even higher than before. My mind knew what this all was going towards, but I had one sliver of hope to hang on to.

I gave up all pretense of keeping up an appearance now. I flipped myself over and tried to reach my paws down to my cock, anything to satiate my body’s needs, but the transformation betrayed me again. My arms had become stubby, hardly even able to touch the bottom of my face, let alone the tip of my cock. As I wiggled my arms without success, I heard myself let out a whimper and a whine. A needy, girlish whine. I was becoming more and more feral every second. More like a Furret. Not just that, but a female one too. Yes, that was it. My brain finally admitted it. The realization I had suspected since the process started, but only now trying to come to terms with it. 

“But look how perfect I look!” I cheered against my will. “And I’ll be looking even more perfect in no time! Who would want to be a dumb old boy, anyway?”

I pressed my body to the glass, the only kind of relief I could get with my cock, and began rubbing it against my reflection. My eyes were barely open, catching the last bits of my head as my ears shifted up to the top of my head and came out at a point. How my new snout pressed against the glass and breathed hot air along it. Yes, I could tell I was almost finished. A crucial step remained, though, and it became all the more apparent with every greedy grind I made in the mirror. Each sensation along my cock felt even more tiring. Even more troublesome to make, until finally, it dawned on me what had happened.

I peeked down between my legs, wondering where my manhood had gone. Instead, now all that remained was a pair of sopping wet lips. Beads of juice began to press their way out of my new female entrance and stick to the glass, but the grinding wasn’t doing anything for me now. Without a way to reach myself, I began to grow desperate. I even contemplated trying to twist myself around until I would have my own tongue pleasure myself. My body grew so heated at the thought. So aroused. I really might have done it. The only saving grace was the little sound of something plastic shooting out of the cubby and landing on the floor behind me that I quickly gave up my previous idea.

 My eyes widened. The pink plastic tool that laid in the center of the room wouldn’t escape my mind, no matter my reservations. A dildo like that was only for girls, right? I wasn’t a girl! I was feeling my old side try to wrestle for control, but it was quickly bucked away as I happily reached down for the toy.

“Silly me, I am a girl! This is just what I needed!”

I tested the dildo by opening my mouth and coating the plastic in a layer of saliva. Yep, it would be a perfect size. A bit bigger than the cock I used to have, I’d say. And where I once would only ever think of using such a toy to please a needy girl, I now was that girl. I could only think of turning the dildo on myself, even seeing myself in the mirror as I lowered my body and slid down the length of the toy. I giggled and smiled in the mirror, bringing myself up and down. Yes, I was perfect for this. It matched me so well. 

As I picked up and dropped myself along the toy, it occurred to me how the actions along my body had ceased. My skin and fur was still. Yes, the transformation seemed to have been decidedly complete. The glass on the mirrors became foggy with my breath growing ever hotter. I found a perfect rhythm and was able to ride my dildo without the aid of my paws, freeing them up to fondle every inch of my new female body, though it mostly involved cupping my new pairs of tits. Still, as I explored myself and pressed my lips down on that toy with so little care, I barely realized how close I was to the edge. This female body seemed to walk on the edge of cumming even with just breathing, so to thoroughly pleasure myself and expect it to last more than a few moments was out of the question. I pressed the top of my head to the mirror, catching the sight of my bucking hips as I squeezed the last bit of use from my toy, my voice rising and falling with each movement, and a new wave of my juices washing down over the pink plastic. 

I flung my hips forward a few more times before it became too sensitive to continue. I flopped back onto the bench, forgetting where I was. Uncaring, even, My mind had been changed, it seemed. As I reveled in my peaking and falling ecstasy, I wondered if I’d be this way forever. Did I even care? Not at that moment, but my answer soon became clear. I still breathed hot and heavy breaths, and the voice escaping my lips was still that promiscuous female’s voice from before, but as my mind cleared, I didn’t feel nearly as needy. I didn’t feel as eager for touch or for a cock to be spearing me. As my slutty thoughts began to dissipate from my mind, all I was left with was what I had started with, though now it was all topped off with a healthy dose of shame.

My face grew hot. Just...what had I done? No, I was still this Furret. I should be asking what they had done to me! My eyes wandered the room, Had the door opened? Had...anyone seen? I looked up, seeing a small yet odd red light in the corner of the chamber. My eyes widened. Was that a fucking camera? Please don’t tell me they filmed all that...fuck! Just what had I signed up for? There was no doubt this was all real. I wasn’t dealing in virtual avatars anymore, unless they somehow perfected it to be ungodly real. No, this body of mine was real. How sensitive I was. How feminine it was. It was all real.

I remembered the toy on the ground too. How soaking wet it was. Fuck, I really used it. I used it so much and it didn’t even cross my mind once to stop until now. No, I don’t want to use something like that again. I just want to get out of here and-

“And get the real thing asap! A dildo is one thing, but a nice throbbing cock is what I really love!”

I coughed and tried to get back into control. That other side of me was still there! I thought it had surely left after that embarrassing sexual display, but no, it was still hidden in my mind, seemingly only showing up in the most inopportune times to embarrass me! I was not like that other side. I was not such an openly sexual person, nor a slut of any kind! I had standards, damn it! Still, I tried to speak these words, but found my mouth would not form them. Only in my mind could I feebly protest, powerless to outwardly disobey that once dormant side in me. Was it really the dormant side in me? Or was I becoming the dormant side?

Or maybe I was just getting all silly over nothing, huh? Maybe I should think about that for once and stop being so stupid. Or think more about how to use this awesome new super duper body. I really really needed the real thing now. Maybe one of the girls around here knows where I can get some good dick? One in the mouth, one between my legs, and maybe even one behind if they’re into it. Ooh!~ How kinky, hehe. Stop trying to fight it, me. We’re part of the same thing, now, and I can tell this body loves the idea of getting fucked real good. Go ahead and try to deny it. Hold your head under the water, but sooner or later you’ll have to come up for air. Hehehe, and our body’s equivalent of oxygen might just be those needy naughty boys~

I shook my head. I was losing part of me. I needed to leave. I needed to let whoever was running the interview to let me go. I slowly tried to stand on my wobbly legs, feeling my center of gravity shift and my body feeling weird after my sexual release. 

Then the voice finally came back up on the intercom. “All done in there?”

“Yes, I’m done, just please let me out,” I said.

I heard a group of girls gasp and cheer over the intercom. “W-wow! You sound super great now! We’ll get the door open for you!”

The door that I had entered from began to hum and release its locks. It then creaked open, the outside light filtering into the dark pod. I leaned against the walls as I helped myself down and out through the door. Though as I crossed the threshold, I tripped and nearly hit the floor. Thankfully, someone was there to catch me.

“Omigosh, boss! Are you okay?” 

I blinked and looked up, my eyes still adjusting to the light of the room. The room I had stumbled into was not the same waiting room as before, but rather a sort of dressing room like the ones actors would use backstage. Another mirror lined a wall with little lights lining the top. Scattered along the floor and overflowing from trunks along the wall were dozens and dozens of little outfits, though most of them seemed to be frilly black and white dresses. I also found myself in the arms of another Furret, with her looking down at me with a warm smile. She too seemed to be wearing that same black and white dress, though she also sported a similarly colored lace hat on her head. I gasped and tried to jump away, but found myself flopping onto the floor.

“Be careful, boss! You probably aren't used to the new body yet! It took me a couple days to really get the hang of mine,” the Furret girl said as she came over and picked me back up.

I tried to stand on my own, but my body wouldn’t let me, so I was forced to lean on her. I was slightly taller than her, which let me cheek rest around the top of her head. “What is going on here…?” I managed to ask. 

“Oh, that’s easy!” She chirped. “Well, I guess I should start off with my name, huh? My name is Mirabelle, and I’m here to help you get situated into your new job! Congratulations, by the way. I was beginning to think they’d never find someone perfect enough for the position.”

“My job?” I asked, looking around the room, wondering if this was supposed to be my office. “You mean that whole thing meant I was hired?”

“Of course! You don’t think the higher-ups would just do this kind of thing to anyone, do you? They must really trust that you’re a sure fire fit for the job.”

I pushed away from Mirabelle, managing to somewhat keep my balance. “N-no! I didn’t sign up for this. I signed up for a manager position!”

“I mean, yeah? I don’t understand, boss,” said Mirabelle, cocking her head. “This is the manager position.”

“I...what?”

“Yeah! We just got out of the meeting where they briefed us. You were hired for the position of manager of the Transient Fantasy division of Furrets hosts. Oh! But I’m speaking so out of line here,” Mirabelle said, looking away as her cheeks became red. “I shouldn’t be rambling like this while you’re not even dressed! You must be positively chilly! Your outfit is hanging on the mirror there, boss.”

I looked over the hanger holding my outfit. Just like Mirabelle’s, it was a dark dress with a white frilly apron. No shoes or gloves with it, though it did have a similar looking hat to hers, though a bit more taller and garish. 

“I...I really have to wear this for the job?”

“Did you want to wear a different outfit?” Mirabelle asked. “I just assumed you might like that one since our maid special is so popular right now, but not to worry! I should be able to find one of the skin suits in your size. Or maybe one of the spiky ones with the belts would be more fo-”

“N-nevermind! I’ll wear this one. It looks comfy enough,” I said, grabbing the outfit off the hanger. I held it out in front of me, wondering how I’d maneuver into it.

“Oh, it most certainly is. One of the best outfits we have here. Designed to be just as soft on you as it is on the customer.”

There it was again. My body tensed up as she said that. I sighed, but still tried to wiggle into the outfit as I spoke. “So, Mirabelle, I am your boss, right?”

“Yep yep, boss.”

“Okay, then first, you can call me Taylor.”

“Okay, miss Taylor.”

“N-no! I...urggh, nevermind, just stick with ‘boss’, I guess.”

“Okie dokie, boss. How’s the outfit working for you? Do you need any help getting into it?”

“I’m good so far,” I said from inside the billowing dress, trying to pull it over my head. “And you said before that this is a division of...Furret hosts?”

“Yes, ma’am. The pride and joy of Transient Fantasy. The elite of the elite.”

“But you’re hosts? Is that like...escorts?”

Mirabelle shook her head. “It’s not really good to think of it like that, boss. We’re just the Furret hosts and we do our best to fulfill our clients wishes. We try to show them everything the technology of Transient Fantasy has to offer and exceed all of their expectations. Didn’t they mention that in the interview?”

“Y-yeah, I guess they did,” I said, finally getting the dress over my head and slipping into the sleeves. Damn it, I had no idea those interview questions had so much subtext. Still, I just sighed, finally getting the maid costume on and getting it fitting nice. It fit really well, actually. Almost like a glove. And the little hat sat on my head so well. I looked in the mirror. I could still see parts of me in this new body, albeit few and far between. I knew it was me, at least, even under the maid dress and Furret body. Nothing had changed. I guess that was the biggest thing to accept. And hey, I was hired after all. A success after so many failures, despite it coming with such a strange condition to it. Still, a manager position was a manager position. All my job experience had made the company see me as a perfect candidate. I had to be proud of that sentiment. “I’m good, now. You can turn around now.”

Mirabelle turned around and her eyes lit up. “Omigosh, it fits you so well! I knew I had picked the perfect outfit for you, boss! Ooh, and your head maid cap is the perfect cherry on top. You’re just so adorable!” Mirabelle was practically swooning over me, coming over and nuzzling her cheek into mine, nearly toppling me over. Something in me thought to stop this display of affection, but I guess I liked it too much to deny it. Maybe this was a proper way of greeting around here, too? Either way, I enjoyed it.

“Hehe, okay, Mirabelle. Well, uh, now what? Do you have anything else to show me?”

“Of course! The rest of the division is waiting to meet you in the lounge. Follow me, boss!”

Mirabelle took my paw in hers and guided me out the door and into the hall. The plush red carpet beneath me led down a series of many rooms, each marked with little numbers on them like a hotel. As the numbers counted down, Mirabelle and I reached a set of double doors with big letters imprinted across them both that read “L O U N G E”. Mirabelle pushed open the doors and ushered me in, though as I entered, I found no less than four sets of eyes similar to mine immediately turning in my direction and locking on to me. All the other Furrets began to drop the magazines they were reading or the conversations they were having and make their way over to me. Thankfully, Mirabelle took control of the situation. 

“Everyone! It’s my pleasure to introduce our new manager: Taylor! Please refer to her as your boss, okay?”

“Ooh, boss! You look so cute!” One of the Furret girls piped up.

“She’s as cute as can be! No wonder she got the job!” Another said.

“She’s as perfect as they said!”

I blushed, thanking them for their nice comments.

“Yeah, definitely looks a lot better than the last manager. She’s gonna’ knock em dead,” another Furret said with a nod. However, that Furret, despite wearing the same maid costume, sounded decidedly male.

“Girls! As much fun as it is to dote on our new boss, it would also help if you introduced yourselves!”

“Ooh, right! Sorry, Mirabelle. Sorry, boss! I’m Rose. Been working here for a little over three years now and been loving every minute of it.”

“I’m Talia! Pleased to meet you, boss!”

“And I’m Kori!” 

“I’m Seth, but to the customers, I’m Seda,” the only male Furret said. “The job can be a bit weird at times, but it’s pretty fun, all things considered. I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it.”

“I sure hope so,” I said under my breath. “I don’t see anyone else around. Is it just you five?”

“Oh, not at all,” said Mirabelle. “There’s twenty-four in this floor’s division, but that’s all you need to worry about for the job. Before you came, I handled twelve and Seth handled the other twelve, but now with you here, it will free up some time for us. We’ll still be here to help you keep track of everyone, though! Things can get a little out of hand, especially at our busiest times.”

“I’ll say,” sighed Seth. “It’s only us here now though since it's still pretty early in the morning. The others should come trickling in soon, no doubt. We’ll make sure you meet everyone before the day is over.”

“Oh, good,” I said, giving a halfhearted smile. The idea of meeting a whole room of these similarly dressed Furret girls made me a little nervous, though they seemed nice enough. And respectful, too. No obvious problems or anything. Who knows? Maybe this job, for all its quirks, would be easy? I tried to stay optimistic as Mirabelle took me by the paw again.

“Okay, girls, back to your preparations. You’ve all got your regular clients coming in this morning and they’ll want you to be as fresh and perky as possible! I’m gonna’ show the boss to her office.”

The other Furrets nodded and bid me farewell as Mirabelle showed me to a room across the lounge. We weaved through a selection of red satin furniture and other amenities to keep the Furret girls entertained and relaxed in between clients. The lounge was a wonder, really. It helped drive in the fact for me that this whole job wasn’t just some kind of joke. The transformation, the clients, the whole thing was real. I finally began to wrap my head around it all as Mirabelle led me into my office and shut the door behind us. 

“Nice and cozy, huh?” Mirabelle asked. “Over there you have a love seat in case you need to relax, the fountain in the center is perfect if you need to soak a bit, and your fridge should be stocked. Feel free to requisition anything else you need for your office. I’m certain the higher-ups would be more than happy to grant any possible need you might have.”

I slowly entered the room, marveling at it all. Nothing like any office I had ever worked at before or even imagined. Rather, it reminded me much more of the lounge, though in more private quarters. I began to wonder what kind of work I was supposed to accomplish there. No desk or computer. No table or chairs, though I did have windows on one of the walls that gave me a clear view of the lounge and all the Furrets there. I spun around and sat on the edge of the love seat, looking back to Mirabelle.

“This has...been quite a lot to take in,” I said, still looking around my office, my eyes stopping on a door in the back of the room. “Oh, and where does that go?”

“To your private client’s room,” said Mirabelle.

My heart skipped a beat. “Oh, heh, right. Does the manager get a lot of clients?”

“All depends on the day,” she said. “It is only natural for how coveted a time slot with a manager is that it would be equally as expensive. Only the best of the best clients can afford that. So unless one of them stops by today, I’d say it should be a pretty smooth day for you. If you get bored, though, I’m sure one of the other girls would love to do whatever they can to address your needs.”

“N-no, that’s quite alright,” I said, trying hard not to blush at that. “Look, I’ll just get myself settled in and star-”

I was cut off by the loud tone of someone calling into my office. The sound filled the room, but Mirabelle pointed to the flashing green light beside the loveseat. Reluctantly, I pressed it and accepted the call.

“Hello? This is reception! Is the new manager in yet?”

“This is he, er, she,” I said. 

“Oh, good! Listen, we just got a surprise booking from one of the executives from the top floor. They want to come in as soon as possible and they requested that they be the first to welcome the new manager to the company. Does that sound good to you?”

“I...uh, they want to meet now?”

“As soon as possible, yes.”

Before I could reply, Mirabelle scrambled over. “Just one sec,” she said before hitting the mute button on the console. “Boss! Can you believe it? A top floor executive has already taken notice of you and wants to get a private meeting with you! Omigosh this is so sudden! Ooh, but you might not be ready, huh?”

“Umm, kind of. Do you think it would be bad if I postponed it?”

“No, I’m sure they’d understand. It’s just to be noticed so quick is quite the feat. There must have been something on your application that really caught their eye.”

Yeah, I had a feeling I knew what it was. Though, did that mean that Mirabelle didn’t know? Did no one on this floor know that I was a boy not thirty minutes ago? I sighed and decided to answer those questions later, but my body took that procrastinating for complacency, I supposed. That other side of me bubbled back up. At the prospect of getting some action so soon on the job, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of emotions and a giggling fit hit me as I slapped the mute button again and replied, “Send them up! This girl is ready to rumble when they are!”

“Excellent. I’ll send them your way immediately.” Then I heard the call end.

I blinked. What had I just agreed too? Mirabelle only looked at me with such a wide and proud smile. “Atta’ girl, boss! Truly inspirational.”

“You bet! Only one way to kick start the first day on the job and that’s giving it a hundred and ten percent. Besides, ya’ girl is really thirsty for cock!” What had I just said? Oh my god...

Mirabelle giggled at that. “I knew you’d fit right in. Now go get em'!” The Furret helped me up and gave me a slap on my rear as I went towards the door to my private meeting. I felt nervous as my paw wrapped around the door knob, but of course, I was powerless to stop my body from going in with such a lusty grin, eager for what was beyond the door.

The door behind me shut as I crossed into the dimly lit room. A familiar pink glow washed over me. A small table adorned with different drinks and snacks sat beside my door. On the opposite wall sat a separate door along with a wide double bed. A low fog rolled along the carpet floor. It was like walking into a dream. Into a fantasy. The kind you have amid your most primal desires. Your deepest wants and yearnings. I breathed in the thick air of the room and gave a soft cough, making my presence known to the figure by the opposite door.

They had been standing there with their back facing me, as if waiting for the signal to finally look back. At my cue, though, the figure did turn, and I recognized the shape this person had taken. I had expected something human, but this person took the shape of a Pokemon as well. A Lucario, to be exact, and even in the faint glow of the room, I could tell they were male. 

For now, that other side of me was staying quiet, so I tried to initiate the situation while doing my best to avoid being awkward. I tried to play the part as best as I could, racking my brain to think of what exactly a maid would say in this instance. “H-hello, sir. Having a good morning, so far?”

The Lucario smiled as he came around and sat on the edge of the bed. “Whatever my morning was before, it’s now been catapulted to exceptional after finding out I was able to meet with you.”

“You flatter me, sir,” I said. “Can I get you anything? A beverage or my vagi- hehe, sorry, I mean any beverage?” Damn it all. She was coming out now after all. 

The Lucario gave an amused laugh. “I’m satisfied for the moment. Would you like to join me?” He asked, patting the space on the bed beside him.

I blushed. “Y-yes, of course,” I said, making my way across the room. As I got closer to the bed, though, the task of climbing on top seemed like climbing a mountain for how unexpectedly tall it was. Before I could think of how to negotiate it, though, I felt the Lucario scoop me up so lovingly. I wanted to thank him for setting me down on the bed, but he ended up not doing that. Instead, the Lucario set me on his lap, my back resting on his arm as he looked down at me.

“Comfy?” He asked.

“V-very,” I said.

“Your dress is very soft. I like it a lot.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Heh, you don’t have to call me ‘sir’. Call me Cobalt. It’s pretty fitting for my avatar.”

“Okay, Cobalt. Though, is that really an avatar?” I asked, running a paw along his fur. “It seems so real.”

“We’ve made these avatars real,” Cobalt said. “We can take their shape and do whatever we want with them.”

“Hehe, and this is how you’d like to use it? Spending some sweet time with me?”

“Right now, I couldn’t think of a better utilization. Especially with someone like you.”

I felt Cobalt’s legs spread apart. Something bounced up and hit the bottom of my dress. I knew exactly what it was, and I was already feeling my body burn for it.

“Someone like me? Wh-what do you mean?”

“Well, and forgive me for being nosy, but I was pretty keen on your application for the job. And to see how successful the whole process was with you, well, it’s been quite enlightening. I had to meet you, and you’re even more beautiful than I could have imagined.”

“Aww, Cobalt, that’s so sweet,” I said. I wasn’t sure which side of me said that, but I knew I meant it.

Cobalt put his paw on my tail, just inches away from the bottom of my dress, daring to go even higher. “Such soft fur too,” he said, gently stroking me. 

“It’s all yours,” I whispered, putting a paw on his arm, guiding it along my body. “I can tell what you want.”

Cobalt giggled. “Oh? Can you read me that well?”

“It’s my job, isn’t it?” I asked, coaxing his hand to travel along my belly. I bit my bottom lip as I felt his paw pads brush along my sensitive teats. Such a wonderful touch. Unbearably sensitive on my body, yet every bit of me cried out for Cobalt’s touch. This was me wanting it, now. No other personality, and I soon came to realize that that part of me I was trying to fight off really was never in opposition to me. They were one in the same, and I just had to share the driver’s seat with them.

“You’re so warm,” Cobalt said, bringing me in close. “Do you like that? How I touch you?”

“Y-yes...so much,” I moaned into his chest.

His paw glided even further beneath my dress, caressing the skin along my teats and belly, finally going lower, stopping along my wet lips. My paws clenched as he gave my entrance just the slightest bit of pressure with his palm. Lightning snapped in my spine. I nearly lost my breath. The touch was so good. Too good. I felt a switch flip in my head as I gave myself to that touch, my brain filled only with lusty thoughts of getting myself filled.

As Cobalt’s paws danced between my legs, I wanted to go straight into something a little more rough. I turned myself in his lap and pushed his back onto the bed. Cobalt just chuckled at that and let me take control. I stood over him, straightening out my dress, making sure there wasn’t a single crease in it, then began positioning myself. Cobalt knew what I was looking for, too, and as his tip met my entrance, we both shared a look. A look of intense agreement. A look of desire that we both eagerly wanted to get fulfilled.

“Relax,” I cooed. “Let the boss take care of this.”

Cobalt slowly nodded, his head curling back as I pressed the first bit of his girthy knot into me. Yes! Yes! I wanted it in as deep as possible now. I wasted no time, letting my tenuous grip on old life slip and let Cobalt’s knot spear me completely. I moaned out into the room much louder than expected, but I didn’t care. My vision got blurry. My juices spilled into the frills of my dress. His ballooning cock tested the limits of my walls and I thought it might cut in me in half. I couldn’t move, too overtaken by it all. 

“Nggn, so tight,” I heard Cobalt groan from beneath me. “D-don’t stop now.”

“Hehe, I’m really trying,” I replied. “Your cock is too big. I think I’m stuck.”

“Oh? I might know what to do.” In a quick motion, Cobalt picked himself up and spun me around, reversing our roles like it was nothing. I found myself on my back, legs spread, tail swishing with such excitement as Cobalt arched his back over me. He held himself up on both sides with his paws, his ears drooping down, and that sleek body of his poised to strike. Cobalt grit his teeth as he pulled himself out of me, his massive size sliding along my walls sending me into a tizzy. “Aaah. There. If I’m too big,” Cobalt chuckled, “we can stop.”

I weakly shook my head. “G-give me your cock,” I whispered. “Breed me ple-” Cobalt thrusted back into me and stole my voice away. I bit the collar of my dress and pressed my hat over my eyes, doing whatever I could do to contain the mounting pleasure within me. The Lucario didn’t let up, though, only grunting louder as he spread me further and further. Cobalt must have been pent up for a while, at least judging by the way he went at me. So hungry, so needing. Playing his part of our mating so well, and I wanted to do the same. I nudge my hips further along the bed, giving Cobalt as much leeway as possible for his knot to fill me, and Cobalt took every bit he could. 

My walls tightened even more around Cobalt’s throbbing knot. I had felt this before back in the chamber. A feeling of getting so close, rising up, riding the wave as it was about to crash down. Then Cobalt began to moan louder. Louder more, bucking even harder into me, shooting his body along mine, getting us both up to the apex. My toes curled beneath my dress. I clenched the top of the bed in my paws, feeling my body rock with Cobalt’s as he cried out. His knot was getting bigger still, ever inflating inside me, keeping me as his until he was done with me. Until he had accomplished what we both wanted, and on his next thrust into me, Cobalt lost it. He dropped his head, eyes barely open, smiling down at me as he came inside me. 

My belly swelled with Cobalt’s hot seed, reaching into every part of me. My eyes welled up as the cum flooded me. I could hardly breath, the only thought keeping my mind afloat was just how much better this was than the toy. How, if this really was going to be my new job, that I could get used to this quick. Even at the price of being a girl, well, this girl’s body really knew how to love getting fucked. Rather, I loved it. I loved the body, too. I wanted to hold onto it forever and never let it go. To make it mine. To make this job mine, too. As I laid there with Cobalt over me, him giving me his final few pumps of his seed, all I could think about was when my next appointment would be.

Cobalt released me from his knot’s hold over me. I, however, had barely the strength even to move at that point. Maybe the excitement of my momentous morning had finally caught up with me, but I felt like I had been awake for days. My lids grew heavy and the bed felt so soft. Then, I felt Cobalt scoop me up again, pulling me along the bed and resting me in his arms. 

I leaned my head on his chest and smiled. “Not bad for a first client, I must say.”

“Think I should leave my lovely maid a good review?” Cobalt asked.

“I’d love it if you did.”

“I wouldn’t dream of anything else,” he said with a yawn.

“I think we’re both thinking the same thing,” I said.

“Is a few hours of cuddling and napping in each other's arms part of the maid special?”

I giggled as I gave Cobalt a soft kiss on the cheek. “If it isn’t, I’m going to make sure it will be.”