Belly Up

The Futa Brew was a relatively new entry in the tightly competitive industry of American specialty coffee shops. Enlisting the mysterious yet alluring sexual minority, the futanari, the Futa Brew used special proprietary implants to allow the baristas to provide their customers with lactose-free 'cream' for their special lattes. This revolutionary technique had made Futa Brew stand out among the crowd. Starbucks might have sixteen thousand locations in America, but the Futa Brew stood at... about two dozen.

The exact makeup of the implants remains a tightly guarded corporate secret, a secret recipe equivalent to the Colonel's eleven herbs and spices or the recipe for Coca-Cola. If anyone ever got their hands on how the implants were made, they... would probably not use it and keep making coffee the standard way.

Then again, this was the industry that produced kopi luwak, the expensive Indonesian coffee where the beans passed through the digestive system of the native Asian palm civet. Nonlinear thinking and innovation was the name of the game. There was a chance that more money was spent on kopi luwak in a given day than at even a very busy Futa Brew location.

But if someone insisted on drinking a coffee that had been processed through a living creature... why not a beautiful futanari woman with a huge cock who was being properly compensated for her work?

The same as most luxury food products, kopi luwak beans were subject to more imitation in the market than Gucci purses. But there can be no accusation of such deception at the Futa Brew. The barista will make your drink fresh, right in front of you. Even if you look away and hide your shameful erection with your messenger bag, she will likely beg you to stare at her or else she can't get off because working with her cock out for so long has made her an exhibitionist. But that would be a lie, because almost every futa loves showing off their cock at any opportunity, even before they embarked on this particular career opportunity.

With locations scattered across the central and western United States, the Futa Brew headquarters were established in an unassuming office building in Bakersville, California. Close enough to be in the footprint of the popular California locations in Long Beach, San Diego, San Francisco and Sacremento... and within an hour-long flight to the troublesome Las Vegas location.

The home office had food scientists, customer service workers, procurement specialists, bean counters in both senses of the word, chemists, marketers, graphic designers, brewmasters, executives, office drones... but not the Founder, the likely fabulously wealthy individual for whom this was their life's work. It was rumored that the only way the Founder seemed to talk to those at the very top of the company was by a solitary telephone that did not dial out.

It might be considered a scandal, but none of the coffee served on the home office's premises contained a drop of futanari spunk. They used their own beans and brewed it on site, but the commissary in the home office was ordinary and staffed no futa... unless someone was being underpaid to keep a very big secret. But since no special lattes were made here... the staff was much more representative of the gender split of the average population. Roughly half-and-half men and women... and almost no futa.

Almost.

There were still some new products and formulations to be rigorously tested. The only way to do that properly was to have a real-life futanari on hand.

Bernadette Ahlquist started in the Futa Brew location in Milwaukee at nineteen. That location struggled more than others, possibly due to Wisconsin's known preference of beer to coffee. Whispers of the shop being closed for a more traditional coffee shop dogged the location for a long while, as long as she was there. But it has continued to exist with local Midwestern futa grinding beans... and each other.

Ahlquist was hired as a barista, but rose through the ranks rapidly. She was meticulous, understanding... and sexy. Tall, fit, blonde and quite hung, she was an ideal worker for this position. She could even pretend she liked random inane conversations with people commuting to her job, a crucial skill in this line of work.

Bernadette even drew a few national headlines when she stood outside her shop in a light snowstorm... in uniform. She said to the reporters that she'd never ask anyone to do something that she wasn't willing to do herself... and in fact had never asked any of her subordinates to do this perhaps obvious publicity stunt.

She climbed up from barista to assistant manager and then to store manager within two years. But her ambition wasn't quite satisfied. She wished to climb higher up, if only to hopefully escape the snow-ridden, alcohol soaked junkyard that was Wisconsin. When the district manager for the midwest left the company, Bernadette was passed over for a different candidate from outside the company. The selected candidate was a canny businesswoman and experienced manager for sure, but she... wasn't able to make drinks the way Bernadette did.

Disillusioned with this road block, Bernadette reached out to upper management to see if there was a place for a futa anywhere in the office.

This is how she transferred into product testing. It was really the only way upwards for a futa, so she would take it before someone else got it and obstructed her last path upwards. She was ready to take the plunge and trade in snow shovels for sandy beaches. She even went to a speech therapist to lose her Midwestern accent, so she'd be taken seriously on the west coast.

The position wasn't much different than being a store manager. Most of her days were filled with administration and organization work. It didn't often involve customer service OR coffee... except for that one poor skinny fellow with the deep unresolved crush on her who asked her to 'make her a coffee' on Mondays. So long as he kept his hands to himself, Bernadette was all too eager to oblige him this beverage with her supply of one-serve vanilla pellets they used to use for free samples at mall kiosks.

But in her position as America's best-paid adult-sized lab rat since Beakman's World was on the air... Bernadette did often have to put things in her rear end and ejaculate. Sometimes, the came into graduated cylinders rather than post-consumer recycled paper cups or Styrofoam. Sometimes it was into a breeding mount with molded handles, always a fun workout. Sometimes, they drew blood from her afterwards or put electrodes on her chest, which never failed to freak her out. They must think her standing heart rate was always elevated.

On average, three days of Bernadette's five-day work week, she was obliged to put her body on the line for her work. On those days, she usually got out of her stylish work outfit and walked around the laboratory naked. If she had to leave the area, or if there was a fire drill, or if there was a visitor afoot in possession of a sensitive disposition, she could put on her lab coat. She wore an extra-large coat that fit her like a trash bag, but did reach to her knee to keep everything hidden if need be. Otherwise, she was nude but for her lanyard with her attached ID and her leather slip-on loafers. Even someone as bold and shameless as her knew not to give away peeks at her feet for free.

Of course, parading around in such a manner often drew stares from the other teams. So many women unabashedly staring at her cock and clenching their teeth, many lesser boners not half the dignity of her own from the men... it was so often too hard to resist getting hard herself. In case this was seen as unacceptable expression of lust in the workplace... she had a backup plan.

The implants used at the Futa Brew locations were almost always a solid plastic flange with a short stem with the 'active ingredient' on the end like a lollipop. Bernadette had held onto a shortened empty flange that she could put inside her without discomfort. If anyone ever asked why she was erect, not that anyone would dare... she could just show off her implant and pretend that a test was in progress. Then she could do anything she wanted. Sit and eat, browse porn on her work computer, moisturize her whole body in sight of as many people as she could stand... she never quite had the nerve to just start masturbating in a public area. Surely, someone would tell her to find somewhere else to do that 'experiment.'

Bernadette might have been a lab rat... but anywhere else in the world, rats were very hard to get rid of. She was absolutely vital to the testing of new products. She was well-compensated enough to be invariably patient and professional. Finally, both the men and women didn't seem to mind her prancing around naked. So long as she didn't make any enemies up the chain... she was essentially irreplaceable.

Nevertheless... it never failed to raise her hackles when an email from somewhere above her in the company asked for a private meeting. It was NEVER as much fun as it could have been.

Bernadette hadn't gotten the chance to undress, so she went up in the elevator, higher than she'd ever been before. Bakersville wasn't exactly known for its abundance of skyscrapers, but the quiet hallway with floor-to-ceiling windows that wrapped around the exterior, showing the huge drop from here to ground level... it still made her stomach plunge as she looked out. The Founder themselves was probably in the tallest building they could find, building a rotating restaurant on the top of the Burj Khalifa just to prove that they could... and to show that they would always be out of their reach.

She found the proper meeting room and went inside, the door lock turning green as she approached it. She didn't even need to use the ID card on her lanyard.

If this was a meeting room, it would be a very small meeting. It was a room as small as the average ATM vestibule, with a door on both sides. It was just enough for two people to sit across from each other, a table reaching across the entire room. It reminded Bernadette of the visitation rooms in a prison, or that scene in Brazil where the protagonist's 'desk' was shared through the wall with some other unfortunate worker. There was a white noise machine in the corner of the room made inaccessible.

Bernadette took a seat at the chair on her side, setting her purse beside her. A few minutes passed in uncomfortable silence before the lock opened on the opposite door, the click as loud as a gunshot.

A woman entered and closed the door gently behind her. She was dressed in a white power suit with a matching skirt. She had sandy brown hair clipped at the shoulders and tinted glasses. She had a briefcase in her left hand. She sat down and rubbed an incidental wrinkle out of her skirt against her thigh before looking up at her.

She didn't have an ID badge. Every employee Bernadette had ever seen had worn one. It was the rules to keep it visible when in the office. Maybe her face was the badge...

She must have been VERY important to this company.

"Miss Alquist?" She asked flatly.

"That's me." Bernadette nodded.

"Can you please hand me your phone?" The woman asked.

Bernadette picked her purse up off the floor and started to lift her phone out from within. It wasn't a company phone, just her personal phone that she seldom used during work. She used to take the occasional nude work selfie... but she hadn't had anyone to send them to in a while.

She evidently wasn't moving fast enough for the other woman. She gently yet sternly took the entire purse from her and placed it in a metal lock box. She then put that box in a second slightly larger box, lined with a dense foam, closed that, locked that, and then moved the box down to the floor.

Bernadette stared at the box at both their feet, and then back at her. She hadn't yet introduced herself... but she had the general feel of a vice-president of something.

As if to gently reassure her, the VP set the keys on the table between them, within reach of both of them.

"Can we trust you to be discreet in what we are about to discuss?" The VP asked.

Bernadette chuckled. "Every futa is good at keeping secrets..."

The VP didn't laugh. She placed her briefcase on the desk and snapped it open. She pulled out a folder, set it on the desk, closed the briefcase, brought it down, and then opened the folder. It was very precise movement, like watching a soldier field strip their rifle. In the folder was a single color printout of a woman in her underwear, her belly round and taut like a drum. Her face was cut off at the top of the picture.

"Congratulations." Bernadette said. "Is it a boy or a girl?"

"Neither." The VP answered.

"A futa. Fantastic." Bernadette nodded. "I hope she grows up with more peers than I did."

"This woman is evidently not pregnant." The VP said, sliding the image across a piece of paper beneath it. The picture looked the same, except the woman had a flat stomach. "They claim that this image was taken one day prior."

Bernadette glanced back and forth between both images. "How could this not be two pregnancy progress images? It's not like they're are timecodes on the images."

"The metadata in the original images suggest the times they were taken line up with the story."

"Then what's the explanation?" Bernadette asked. "I'm no photographer, but I would think that the metadata could be faked if it the date in the camera was changed. Not sure that works with a cell phone camera."

The VP pushed her glasses up. She revealed a third image beneath the first two. It was a post on a social media website, showing the two pictures. The caption said, "my futa bew girlfriend used that 'secret sauce' and really put a bun in my oven! lol" and a string of indecipherable emojis following it.

Bernadette stared at it. "This must be a joke."

"Possibly. But this could still hurt our brand whether it's true or not, the way that everyone checks their Halloween candy for tampering, or the Chicago Tylenol poisoning."

"This post has not been picked up by anyone yet." The VP said. "Our social media analyst discovered it by looking through social media for the keywords 'futa brew' with a variety of misspellings. But they seem to be implying that a futa copulating with someone while wearing the implant could cause this... inflation."

Bernadette looked at the picture a little closer. "Are we sure this hasn't been Photoshopped somehow? I've never used it, but... maybe I've hung out on forums where women like me might use photo manipulation to look... even bigger. This image sort of makes me think of that."

"We do not suspect that this image was manipulated. We believe it is genuine."

"But this is impossible."

"Are you sure that it's impossible?" The VP asked. "Have you ever done it?"

Bernadette stammered a bit. Served her right to say something extemporaneously instead of looking into it like a proper scientist. "Have I ever... had sex with the implant in?" Bernadette asked, already shaking her head. "No, I never did. The implants makes me super sensitive. I'd probably last like four seconds." She suddenly felt as if she needed to tow the corporate line. "Besides... it was against the rules."

The VP folded her hands. "My bosses have deemed it necessary to spend some time researching if this really is a possible scenario. We can't have the reputation of our product and services being considered... dangerous in any way."

This was starting to sound more like her job now. "What would you like me to do?"

"When this meeting is over, return to your floor. Go to Meeting Room Alpha and await the other test subject. They should be here around 11 AM." She brought her briefcase back up and retrieved a bag of three wrapped implants, all white. "You'll need these."

Bernadette cleared her throat. "Nobody's listening right now, are they?"

"This matter needs to be handled with the utmost of discretion and secrecy." The VP said. "Any scandal like this, right or wrong, could bring all this down the drain."

"So... you want me to fuck this volunteer mercilessly with these implants and see if she... experiences the same effect?"

"If you do not feel you can do this, we will return you to your lab duties and bring in a contractor from one of the surrounding Futa Brew locations." The VP said, almost robotically. "We offered this to you because you are already on-site and your reputation with the company is quite good."

"Oh, I can do this." Bernadette answered confidently. "I just had to be absolutely certain that was actually the assignment."

The VP nodded. She collected the papers and locked the up in her briefcase. She returned Bernadette's personal effects to her and turned to leave the room.

"Wait." Bernadette reached out over the table.

The woman turned back.

"If this works... what if I hurt this woman?"

"The volunteer has been informed of the risk of personal injury." She said. "You will not be held responsible."

"I really hope this is just some sort of Internet joke gone too far..." Bernadette said. "Or you're trying to hook me up with someone."

Again, the woman didn't laugh. She didn't even have the sneer of a joke taken in the wrong way. She just looked at Bernadette like she was a weirdo.

"If you replicate this result, send up the photographic evidence to the email through which we first contacted you." She said before disappearing out the door at the back of the room.

The white noise machine snapped off once she was gone.

Bernadette sighed. As far as meetings with the higher-ups... it certainly could have gone worse.

---

A few floors down, Bernadette found the entrance to Meeting Room Alpha, represented with a lowercase alpha for stylistic reasons that eluded her. She swiped her ID in front of the black panel on the wall, assuming it was a card reader.

Nothing happened. Not even the red light and soft refusal noise. Nothing at all. She waved her ID card in front of it a few more times. Still nothing.

Bernadette touched the device with her hand. It shifted a bit, as if on a hinge. She lifted away the card reader and discovered a circular hole in the wall, several inches deep into the wall. It looked like there was a tiny green light at the end.

She waited for the hall to clear of a few passers-by before she pulled up her skirt and slid her cock into the hole. The hole was cold and metallic. If this was the Founder's wall-mounted cigar cutter, this would an unimaginable way to find out.

But still, nothing happened. But being out here, exposed and trapped in the wall like this, knee held in the air like she was stepping over the velvet rail in a bank to skip in line... she felt a little embarrassed in a way that strutting around nude had never caused her to feel before. Hopefully nobody walked down the hall and caught her fucking the wall. She started to get hard... her cock swelling and reaching further into the hole until it just touched the back wall of the hole.

The force was just enough to press down a heretofore hidden button at the back of the hole. The lock chirped and released, the door sliding open. Bernadette pulled herself out and got inside.

It was definitely a bigger meeting room than the previous one she had been in. But it was small for a conference room, one that could seat maybe twelve people. There was a projector screen, a white board, and a long table. Was this where she was to carry on this... experiment? Surely, there was a spare laboratory room where she could really get down, wasn't there?

At least they would have privacy... or an audience of ten or so.

For a few minutes, Bernadette busied herself on her phone, rescheduling some of her appointments. Her day was usually pretty light on Fridays anyway, as nobody else wanted to do anything past about one o'clock on Fridays. She was perfectly happy to stay until five... but nobody else got to masturbate at work. Maybe they all had social lives to return to and alcohol that demanded to be guzzled. She was technically allowed to drink alcohol now, since her testing was not actually meant to be consumed and thus wasn't covered by dietary restrictions.

But really, why get away from Milwaukee and then START drinking again?

Maybe this is where eleven high-ranking officials would come in here to get some stress relief that the squash court couldn't provide, where she could fuck them all in turn and send them back to their suite with her seed burning in their wombs... Bernadette was tenting out her skirt and she hadn't even put in the implant. Of course, she could only think of her co-workers as attractive when they were completely imaginary, perfect and stimulating in a way that nobody that worked here actually was. Reality didn't compete, surrounded by so many boring slobs as she was...

The door opened again. In walked a shorter woman with light brown skin, huge brown eyes, dark hair and plump lips. She might be called 'petite,' but for her lovely curves. She was positively stacked, the buttons on her dark blazer barely holding them in place.

Bernadette tensed. If the office wanted her to repeatedly bang someone until they were swollen with her seed... they had really delivered her the perfect candidate.

"Hello." The woman waved. "I'm Tanisha." She spoke with an English accent.

"I'm Bernadette. Nice to meet you." She politely shook Tanisha's hand. "I... assume you know what's going on."

"We all hear things..." Tanisha looked a bit distressed. "Needless to say, I'm very concerned about this. I've just made the trip out here to see if what I've heard is true or not..."

"Well, I guess we're going to find out together, won't we?" Bernadette smirked. "Let's get to work."

She reached into her purse and ripped the plastic seal from the first of the three neutral implants. She tucked it behind her, as she had done many times before. The jolt of sudden energy went up her spine, and back down again to something else. Her skirt rose and revealed her full erection, reaching out to the lovely woman she'd just met.

To her credit, Tanisha looked at it with wonder and joy. She obediently got to her knees, pushing Bernadette back into her seat. She slipped a ring off her right hand and dropped it into her purse before taking grasp of Bernadette's cock. She started pulling it, her hand delicately slapping down into Bernadette's balls.

Bernadette groaned and gripped the armrest of her chair. Sure, this may have been some stripper, sex worker, or maybe even an earnest prostitute they dug up from somewhere. But she wasn't expecting to stare up at her with those huge doe eyes, as if she could want nothing more than to whack her off.

How much were they paying her?

"You like this?" Bernadette asked.

"Oh, yeah..." Tanisha nodded. "It's beautiful... I feel lucky that we get to... work together today."

Bernadette grunted. She had not ever had the nerve to ask any of her co-workers to do this for her. She'd gotten very familiar with her... grip. A nice soft hand, maybe one that had never taken hold of a cock of this size... what a pleasant thing.

Tanisha stuck out her tongue and ran it up the underside of Bernadette's cock. It was like a hot little eel... with a tiny cool point in the middle. Bernadette looked down to see the colorful little bead sticking out of her tongue.

She noticed Bernadette's look of surprised. She pulled her mouth away. "You like it?" She stuck out her tongue in a razz. "That's what it's there for. Just like everything else, it's there to give you pleasure. Why don't you grab a fistful of my hair and see if you can make this... touch that?"

Tanisha touched the bead on her tongue, a strand of spit following her finger. She touched the very base of the underside of Bernadette's cock, right where the shaft met the balls.

Bernadette was clenching her teeth involuntarily. They said that the path to a man's heart is through the stomach. For a woman... the belly could surely be reached in the same direction. She could surely try the other route later... or routes, depending on just how much they were paying this little slut.

The implant made her last a lot less time than either of them would have liked. Tanisha had barely any involuntary tears in her eyes from some vigorous face-fucking before Bernadette tensed and ejaculated a full latte's worth into Tanisha's mouth, who eagerly gulped multiple times, not letting a single drop leave her mouth until the end, when a slim thread of jizz hung from her lower lip until it touched down on her cleavage.

Tanisha stared up from her kneeling position, licking her lips. "What flavor was that?" She asked.

"It's... unflavored. It's just for testing purposes." Bernadette answered.

Tanisha hummed as she wiped her lip. "I would swear that it was the sweetest vanilla I've ever tasted..."

Bernadette found herself blushing. She never got compliments like that at work, except that one weirdo.

"Why make an implant with no flavor, I wonder..." Tanisha wondered aloud.

"Because..." Bernadette purred. "I'm going to put this where you can't taste it... but you'll definitely feel it."

With only a little encouragement from Bernadette, Tanisha was bent at the waist over the edge of the conference table. Tanisha was panting, rolling her head back and reaching out in front of her like a stretching cat.

Bernadette lifted Tanisha's skirt just enough to get up over her rump, her legs coquettishly crossed. Even for a 'volunteer' that would soon have sex with a stranger, Bernadette was surprised at what she saw.

"Oh, my goodness... crotchless panties." Bernadette laughed. "You're so ready for this."

"I'm here for whatever you want." Tanisha said. "Anything you want, I can do."

Bernadette massaged each butt cheek, rolling them against each other. "Well... there's no reason not to get started." She placed herself between the cheeks, drawing it back until her hot tip rested on her hotter slit.

"Ready?" Bernadette asked.

"Of course."

Bernadette slowly dipped herself into Tanisha's pussy. They fit together beautifully. It had been a while since she'd had a partner with whom she felt so... compatible.

"Have you ever done this before?" She asked.

"A few times..." She grunted. "You don't have to be gentle... unless you want this to last."

"I usually work until five."

"Isn't this one of those offices where everyone goes home at two o'clock on Fridays?"

"No. Well, maybe... but not in the labs so much."

"Well, why don't we both try to earn some overtime?"

Bernadette tried to hold back from shuddering. Where was that suggestion box? She was about to ask this little whore to come in every Friday. AND Monday. She didn't even ask her to use a condom... not that this experiment would let her use such a thing...

And Tanisha was certainly not requesting one. She just moaned and giggled as Bernadette slapped her thighs against her buttocks again and again. She seemed to be enjoying herself. Why not slow this down and take their time with this?

This didn't last for long. Fucking with the implant in was already tricky without coming too fast... but a few minutes of this caused Bernadette to lose the patience and decorum that she normally conducted herself with in this office. She was rocking Tanisha's rear across the table and crying out, even bringing her knee up to the edge of the table.

Bernadette held Tanisha's rear with both hands as she thrust one last time and came inside her. Surely, this would work, and this woman would walk out of here with a belly bump reminiscent of a beach ball. If she let go of this lovely ass, this would would skate across this boardroom table like a curling stone.

Tanisha stayed where she was, quaking and crying out into her elbow as she felt Bernadette's seed enter her...

Surely, some of it stayed inside her. But a lot of it didn't seem to fit in Tanisha's cup, so to speak. It spilled out from the edges and splattered around Bernadette's legs, the table and the floor.

There was quiet in the boardroom again, but for Bernadette's deep breathing. She normally lasted a lot longer than that... but sex with the implant was on another level. She drew herself out from Tanisha, and a steady stream of her seed spilled out from within... maybe she should have stayed in longer to let her body absorb it all...

Or maybe she shouldn't be lying on her stomach.

"How are you feeling?"

"I feel good..." Tanisha said.

"Did I make you come?"

Tanisha rolled onto her back. There was a dark wet stain on her skirt... and something big and hard within.

"Oh yeah..." She grinned.

Bernadette gasped. "You're a futa?"

Tanisha's smile broadened. She peeled her skirt up towards her waist. Her panties were ridiculously improbable for someone with such a member, a tiny triangle of fabric with hip straps.

"Of course I am..." Tanisha said. "You didn't know?"

"You didn't show it off."

"Didn't you see my balls?"

"I think you had them tucked up above your thighs..."

"OK, legitimately..." Tanisha pointed to the door with her thumb. "How did you think I got in the door? It's got one of those cocklocks they used to use at some locations. They stopped using them when unauthorized non-employee futa started sneaking around. It was a stupid publicity stunt."

Bernadette hadn't heard that one. Those would surely never be featured in her former location, with its frigid temperatures for half the year.

Tanisha looked a little nervous. "Don't you... like futa?"

"I haven't interacted much with other futa since I came here. I'm the only one in this office... unless someone is very good at keeping it a secret."

"Or if you have a visitor coming in from a Futa Brew location."

"Well, that never happens. The district managers always go out to them. There's nothing for them here."

Tanisha looked off. "I guess not. Must be why we're always hearing rumors of how stuck-up everyone at the home office is."

"That's probably just the upper management. The rest of us all still have real work to do."

"Not like running the shop..."

"No, it's definitely easier than that ever was."

More silence. Tanisha sat there with her hands folded in her lap, her cock still standing up. She drummed one hand on the other.

"Are we... still doing this?" She asked. "You're definitely still... ready."

"We can do this as many times as you can handle."

"Well, I can handle quite a lot." She gave Bernadette her best bedroom eyes. "How much have you got?"

The image of the swollen belly flashed in Bernadette's mind... and suddenly didn't seem like the horrible body distortion that it represented. The body was allegedly designed for this gradual procedure, but changing shape so quickly... a visual representaion of her virility and her new friend's fecundity...

"I've got lots." Bernadetee grinned.

---

Bernadette and Tanisha continued their 'research.' Taking a variety of positions, most of which tried not to put Bernadette's weight on her stomach. Even when Tanisha tried to get back on her belly, Bernadette would roll her back over onto her back or side.

Bernadette continued to top Tanisha. Tanisha threw away most of the rest of her soaked clothing, her breasts bounding freely about as Bernadette gave her the business. Bernadette cried out and cussed in her cute accent. Bernadette felt like she was banging the matron at a private school.

Every time Bernadette reached her orgasm, she would try to hold herself inside Tanisha, trying to replicate the results of that image that she saw. She swore the pressure she felt inside her should fill this little tart up like a water balloon. But every time Bernadette came, Tanisha would do the same right after, spraying her seed onto the conference table... or herself. Tanisha even tried holding her cock between her tits, but that just seemed to make her ejaculate harder. Maybe she wasn't trying to hold it in...

Bernadette caught her breath. There must be some way to keep everything inside her... if she could just patch the leak...

This was how Tanisha found herself down on the floor, held up by her waist with head and shoulders down on the carpet and her legs bent over her head. Bernadette fucked her while Tanisha held her legs up over her head... and her cock resting in her own mouth and between her tits.

Tanisha moaned and sucked herself as she rolled her breasts against herself, as if using it to wring the jizz out of herself.

Bernadette kept up her end, in more ways than one. She held Tanisha up by her thighs and thrust herself down hard into her pussy, trying not to lean TOO hard on the smaller futa and fold her in half.

They came at about the same moment. Tanisha gulped and gulped, retrieving her own emissions and bringing it back within her... but both her ends reached their limits, as come started to pour out from between her lips and the edge of her pussy.

As if detecting that she had reached capacity, Tanisha slipped out from Bernadette's hands and went down to the floor, leaving Bernadette's cock standing in mid-air for a few blasts before jerking it towards her own face.

"Yeah, spray it all over me..."

Bernadette wasn't supposed to waste any of this. It was all meant to go inside her to try to replicate what they had seen in those pictures...

But there was still plenty to go around. The implants were good for around five hundred cups, more than any eight-hour shift would call for. She decorated Tanisha's smiling face with some lovely ribbons of jizz before filling her mouth back up, painting her tongue white and sucking it up until her cheeks swelled.

With the speed of a jack-in-the-box, Tanisha got back to her feet. She still wasn't where she wanted to be so she pushed Bernadette over onto her back and climbed onto her. Tanisha pressed her lips to Bernadette and opened her mouth, pushing the wad of hot spunk into her mouth.

Bernadette whimpered... but only for a second. Despite all the jerking she did for work, she didn't often do taste tests. She always thought her tongue was talented and discerning. But in the office, those were only used for spreading gossip.

After so long of not tasting it, she'd forgotten how sweet she really was.

She thought she was close to taking a break from all this experimenting... but feeling Tanisha's whole soft body across hers, her lips and tongue tangling in her mouth... she quickly fell into the throes of scientific passion. She almost cried out 'eureka!' Instead, she just rolled over and fucked Tanisha again with them both on top of the conference table.

Maybe that was what this experiment was missing: a passion arising from doing your job well.

They both reached one last orgasm, jizz getting everywhere but stubbornly refusing to make room inside Tanisha's belly and stay where it belonged.

Bernadette and Tanisha remained on the table for a little while, making out. If Bernadette had finally succeeded at her mission, surely she would have felt it as they embraced and rolled around in the puddles and streaks of jizz the had both made.

"My God... I haven't done this in so long..." Bernadette's breath was like the steam from a boiling kettle across Tanisha's face.

"You poor thing..." Tanisha put her lips together in a pouty pucker. It was a trend Bernadette found obnoxious in photos and selfies, but Tanisha pulled it off. Maybe it was all the positive feeling radiating off both of them after so much fun...

"Do you want to keep going?" Tanisha asked, as if she'd like nothing better in the world.

Bernadette's whole body tensed... her body closing tightly on the implant. She shuddered and brought both her hands behind Tanisha's head for a few more minutes of desperate sloppy tongue kissing, rolling around the sticky board room table.

She had barely heard it. Her phone had vibrated. It wasn't nearly strong enough to send vibrations through the huge wooden conference table, especially when they were both on it.

She pulled herself off of Tanisha to check what could be so important, hoping it wasn't a notification from some app she hadn't used in years. She had a voicemail. She never had voicemails... but she was rarely very far from her phone. She listened to it.

It was an unfamiliar woman's voice, saying she was waiting at the meeting room to do the product testing, She said she was wondering where she was, and would keep waiting in Meeting Room Alpha...

But that couldn't be. THEY were in Alpha.

Unless...

Bernadette set the phone down. "Tanisha... what brought you in here today?"

She blinked. "What do you mean? I'm here to convince you not to shut down our location. It... worked, didn't it? That's what that was all about, right?"

"I'm not an executive." Bernadette said, with the same hair-raising horror of being mistaken for someone on a wanted poster. "I work in R&D. I'm a product tester. Do I look like an executive?"

Tanisha stared at her a little cross-eyed. "Yeah, sort of. You're not wearing a lab coat."

"Do you think ANY of the execs are actually futa?"

"I don't know. I just came here to plead our case. I'm not thrilled by the idea of my locations being shuttered... as you can plainly see."

"I'm sorry, but that won't be up to me." Bernadette apologized. "But... isn't that location one of our better-performing locations? Where did you even hear that it would be shut down?"

"I've heard it from customers... and my staff have heard it from family... who probably heard it from whoever said it to the customers." Tanisha said. "Needless to say, we all want to keep our jobs. I just showed up today and asked if I could talk to some the office for a consult. They said to go to Meeting Room A."

Bernadette sighed. There must have been some non-obvious delineation in the building where some meetings rooms had Greek alphabet and some didn't. They surely didn't tolerate such ambiguity in the chemistry department, did they?

"This isn't Meeting Room A. This is Alpha."

Tanisha sneered. "Really?"

"I don't get it, either."

"But an Alpha is identical to an A."

"It's a lowercase Alpha."

"It still looked like an A."

Bernadette set her hand on Tanisha's. "I feel as though we may have had sex under false pretenses. I'm really sorry about that. That's not how I like to do it."

Tanisha smiled. "Well... I, at least, did just what I intended to do. I came here to show my dedication to the brand... and to fuck whatever exec could keep my location open and all my friends employed."

"But I'm no exec. I can't change the future of your location."

"That's fine. It was still fun. I thought that was why YOU did it."

"No..."

"Then why?" Tanisha said, a bit nervous.

With great reluctance, Bernadette gingerly explained what she had had been tasked with. About the woman with the huge belly that was attributed to sex with a Futa Brew implant. She didn't have the pictures with her, but she imparted to Tanisha how this had caused some consternation for this one exec, and possibly the company as a whole. All this was told to her only after she swore Tanisha to secrecy.

Bernadette trusted her. As she'd said, all the world's futa learned how to keep a secret... at least until the world around them was ready.

Tanisha looked like she'd just had the ending of a convoluted mystery story explained. "Ohh... so THAT's why you didn't do me in the ass. I thought you were just baby crazy or something."

"I wasn't about to do that without asking... I don't have lube."

"I've got some." Tanisha went to her purse and pulled out a mostly-flattened tube of what manufacturers euphemistically called 'personal lubricant.' She then submissively set her elbows on the board room table again and bent over. "If you want it, let's go for it."

Bernadette looked at the lubricant now in her hand. She set it down. "I need to be very clear about this before we proceed. You heard me when I said I can't change whether or not the office shuts down your location, right?"

"Yeah, I got that." Tanisha said, looking a bit sad. "Not exactly chuffed about it, but if it's there's nothing to be done, no need to dwell on it."

"But even so... you are still offering me consequence-free butt sex?"

"Why not?" Tanisha shrugged. "I like it, and I bet you like it. We're both futa, AND we're both being paid to be here. What could be better?"

Bernadette sighed. "Even for a futa... you're very bold."

"How could I not be, after working there for so long? Didn't you ever work at a Futa Brew location?"

"Yes, I did. Milwaukee."

"That's a long way from here." Tanisha remarked.

"Sure is. It's not like I commute."

"What was the highest position you got to at that shop?"

"I was store manager for almost two years before I transferred here."

"Oh, so you REALLY know the struggle."

"Sort of... one of the reasons I didn't like being a manager was that I had to lie to the people below me AND the people above me. I was never good at that part of the job. I vastly prefer being a researcher because there is no wiggle room for that kind of nonsense. There's just data to be properly interpreted."

"I never saw it that way." Tanisha said. "I might lie to the customers sometimes, and maybe the office... but not my staff. They all know the score. They know the corporate line AND they know that I only sometimes believe it."

"How? There were lots of personalities that clashed. I had to make up stuff to stop them from killing each other."

"I'm their rock. Everyone knows they could depend on me."

"But how?"

Tanisha hesitated. "Is what we're talking about private?"

"Who really knows?" Bernadette's eyes explored the painfully ordinary boardroom. There could have been some sort of hidden microphone or camera in here somewhere...

"Do you remember the rules of the shop?"

"Some of them. It's been a while."

"You knew about the rule against fraternization, right?"

"Yeah... I seem to remember those being pretty standard at most places, even outside the company."

"How closely did you follow that rule?" Tanisha pressed, sliding a little closer. "Did you ever fuck your fellow baristas?"

"... not on the clock. I had a few hookups, but nothing serious. I already knew that I didn't want to grow roots out there. I wanted to escape that tundra before I even got that job. But... we occasionally had some fun."

Tanisha slid closer across the edge of the table, until she was right up against Bernadette's hip. Her left hand crept out and took hold of Bernadette's cock. Her hand started shuffled up and down.

Bernadette gasped. Even after all the crazy sex they had just had, it was still nice to get a sneaky handy from someone like her.

"Working for any coffee shop is a stressful job, especially with the implant in there. I decided that I would be there to help my staff release stress however they wanted... even if it's technically against the handbook."

"Out on the floor?"

"Sometimes."

"Really?"

"Are you telling me you never ONCE gave, or received, a handjob from a fellow barista when making drinks?"

Bernadette turned away. "Of course I did..."

"You're blushing!" Tanisha said. "And I'm close to it, too... because there really is nothing quite like getting a handy from someone else who knows JUST how to work it... but has a slightly different cock and a slightly different life experience. It's the BEST. I sometimes prefer it to regular coitus... but only sometimes."

"OK, but that's part of the job." Bernadette said. "Either doing testing or making coffee... we need to come. The hand is the cleanest and simplest way to do that. Anything beyond that... I wouldn't do."

"You never had sex on the clock, even to give a show to some very nice customers?"

"No, never."

"I do it..." Tanisha said, leaning in and speaking right into Bernadette's ear. "ALL the time. Every single shift. I LOVE getting fucked by my baristas when they're wearing the implant. It's like being the broodmare at a stud ranch... they fuck me like we're both animals... and for a minute or two, I don't have to worry about anything else in the world, not even the job. In the back, in my office, out on the floor..."

Bernadette stared.

"I haven't made a cup of coffee in months... but I come a hundred times every day I work. On my day off, I'm constantly thinking of getting triple-teamed by my staff. I'd do it every day with no days off, but the office won't let me. I have my vacation time paid out at an equivalent to my weekly salary at the end of every year because I never take time off unless I'm sick. Coming to Bakersville is the first time I've taken a trip out of town in... two years, maybe. Where else would I rather be than between all my beautiful baristas, getting fucked?"

Bernadette tensed. As much as she wouldn't trade her job for any other job... this enthusiasm was a little unnerving.

Tanisha leaned back a bit, looking her dead in the eye. "If you had the choice... would you rather love your coworkers, or be indifferent?"

Bernadette took a second to respond. "That would depend... on the coworkers."

Tanisha grinned... leaning in for a kiss.

Bernadette turned her head away and looked at her phone. "Why don't we look for Meeting Room A?"

"Why?"

"Because there's someone waiting very patiently for an appointment with me."

"Do you need the consultation of a longtime barista and store manager?"

"I think I could use your expertise."

---

The laboratory floor had most of its own amenities, including its own break room. In an environment where eating or drinking in the labs was always strictly prohibited, a well-appointed break room was important for those who couldn't be bothered to go down to the commissary on the first floor. One lab tech couldn't even be bothered to go to the lavatory when he wanted to smoke weed, and he got frog-walked out of the building, never to return. That happened before Bernadette even worked there, and she heard that story more than once. It was a legend that would be perpetually retold as long as that building stood.

Francis had heard that story... but he didn't really care. A stoner made a bad decision. Whoop-ee-doo. Next someone will say women with low self-esteem stay with lousy men who treat them badly. He didn't care about his co-workers' stories. All he wanted was to eat his unsatisfying bag lunch in total silence before getting back to work.

Silence would sadly elude him.

The door opened and someone walked in.

Naked.

Francis had been here long enough to be mostly adjusted to Bernadette's intermittent nudity. These silly futa all pretended that they weren't exhibitionists until everyone in the world was faced with undeniable evidence that they were cute AND hung. Then they couldn't wait to swing it around for all to see. Francis preferred not to give her the attention she was craving, acting as if she wasn't naked at all.

Bernadette opened one of the higher cabinets and brought down one of the many plain white mugs that were stored up there. With her back turned, Francis could safely admire her long back and legs without being obvious about it. It was no different to the images of attractive women he had on his phone whenever he was feeling discouraged. Something to release a little dopamine and get through the drudgery of the day.

Then the door opened again.

Francis didn't even turn his head towards the sound. After all, whoever it was wouldn't be quite as worth looking at.

Turns out... he was wrong.

Another woman had entered the lab... also naked. Much shorter than Bernadette, with light brown skin, long dark hair and an hourglass figure. Both their bodies glistened with perspiration, as if they'd just rolled out of bed after some fun. Maybe Bernadette had grown bored of her hand and asked for the requisition of a new lab assistant.

The lab assistant lifted herself up with the counter with one arm to reach the high mugs, grumbling a bit that nobody designed this area for the short gals. Francis wondered if it was for the benefit of those sitting in the break room, so they could watch her tits and ass shake around as she jumped. That seemed unlikely... but he appreciated it.

"You don't drink it black?" The 'lab assistant' asked. She spoke with an English accent, not what Francis was expecting to hear.

Bernadette reached into the fridge, shivering a bit at the cold air touching her damp skin. "I have a black coffee with breakfast, and then I have one with lunch with the Snickers Coffee Mate."

"I think if someone found Coffee Mate in THIS fridge in THIS office, there'd be a scandal." Tanisha said, evidently unconcerned with the optics of two nude women hanging around the break room... optics that Francis was trying to discreetly study.

"We should make a Snickers flavor." Tanisha continued. "Get the boys in the lab to whip something up."

"I heard that Mars wouldn't work with us..." Bernadette said. "But it's just as likely the Founder had some demands of their own that killed the deal. And if you couldn't call it Snickers, nobody would recognize it."

"Eh, we don't need big brands to sell out coffee. We've got the secret ingredient, after all. We'll just call it Choco Nut flavor or something."

"What, like a bootleg Halloween costume title that gets around trademarks? Green Mustached Plumber? Red Headed Animated Mermaid Singer? That would be bogus."

"That's better than getting a second-rate license. We can't go national with Futa Brew Aldi Racer Creamer."

Francis tried to focus on something on his phone. Was this inane conversation really happening between two naked women in a break room in this office?

"Here, try some." Bernadette tipped the container into Tanisha's mug. She yipped a bit, not the last time she'd made a noise after some white fluid came at her without warning. She stirred it with a disposable plastic spoon until the coffee just about matched her skin tone.

She took a sip, holding the mug with both hands. She rolled her tongue a bit.

"I can tell it's meant to be Snickers... but you might be about to tell me it's actually Mars Bar or something."

"What's a Mars Bar?"

"I think it's marketed here as Milky Way."

"I don't think they make a Coffee Mate of Milky Way. It's already got 'milk' in the name."

"Hey, don't sleep on the Mars Bar. It's the second-sweetest thing to come out of Slough... behind me, of course."

Francis couldn't help but listen to this mostly pointless conversation. His eye kept taking sneaky glances of their nudity, even Bernadette's familiar form and towering cock. Tanisha shifted her weight a bit... and the flange of an implant was visible from between her buttocks.

He tried to smother his reaction... but he gently gasped and started at the realization. This was no 'assistant,' in inverted commas.

Tanisha heard this, like a lioness noticing motion in the nearby grass. She turned her body towards him, revealing what had always been there.

Francis looked straight ahead... but could not control the blush that filled his entire head.

Tanisha the lab assistant had a cock standing away from her body, a sturdy beaker that would be the envy of the entire glassware cabinet. It looked about equal to Bernadette's... just a different color. Wasn't that the entire marketing angle of the Futa Brew establishments? Present the customer with a choice of flavors and they will want to drink... something.

Tanisha rolled her head back and drank the rest of her coffee. She sighed, hanging her tongue out of her mouth. It seemed clear that she didn't realize there was someone else in the room.

Rather than look embarrassed at her nudity, she looked absolutely delighted.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" She put her hand to her mouth. "If I had known you were in there, I would have done lots of erotic stretches for your enjoyment."

"If you want us to leave, we'll leave." Bernadette insisted. "We were just getting coffee."

"What? What's the big deal?" Tanisha asked. "Is he HR?"

Tanisha moved towards the table and sat across from Francis, pointing her erection down just a bit to sneak it underneath the table. She looked across at him, leaning a bit on her elbow until her breasts came to rest on the table.

"What's your name?" She said with a huge, genuine smile.

Bernadette jumped in before he could respond, not that he was likely to. "This is Francis. He's a researcher. He has two PhDs in food science and organic chemistry."

"Ooh, a man of letters." Tanisha cooed. "Impressive. Do you like coffee?"

Francis stayed quiet.

"Do you like... Snickers?" Tanisha asked.

Francis still didn't answer.

"I love Snickers. I think you lab boys should make a Snickers flavor. The only way to improve perfection. Is that something you think you could help me with?"

He stubbornly didn't say anything.

"I've got something long, brown... and with a big vein on the top. Is that something you'd like to snack on?"

He shuffled in his seat a bit, trying not to look right at her.

"I'm sorry if I've got you all worked up... but unless it's for science somehow, there's nothing I'm allowed do about it." Tanisha apologized. "Unless you can wait until you leave." Her eyes fell on his smartphone, sitting face-down on the table.

She got to it first. She didn't know the passcode, but she didn't need it to open the photo app. She took maybe a few dozen selfies in a flurry of poses before tossing it across the room to Bernadette, who took a few glorious full-body shots.

"There we go." Tanisha took the phone back from Bernadette, reviewing the results of the impromptu photo session. "These are all yours."

Francis didn't dare pick his phone back up from the table. He did look at Bernadette, fiercely holding eye contact to avoid looking anywhere else.

Bernadette looked a little hurt. "You've never taken a picture of me..."

Francis swung his arm around and took a few pictures of Bernadette. She wasn't as ready to take poses as Tanisha had been, but she knew what would make some nice pictures. Tanisha let her get in several snaps before jumping in doing some poses as a pair. They never touched their cocks, or each other's, but they were definitely featured prominently in most of the pictures.

Tanisha swiped through more and more of the pictures before sending them to her own phone. "There we go. We have the same kind of iPhone, so you can say I took these and sent them to you without asking first. Use it against me if you want... but if you ever want to see your scientific endeavors AND what I was born with in action... come visit us at Sacremento."

The pair took their leave... somehow walking out into the office hallways naked as if that was a normal thing to do. Everyone in the halls took intense interest in other things as they walked around.

When nobody was near, Tanisha whispered to Bernadette, "These empty implant stems are great! We get to be hard, but not painfully backed up."

"Yeah, don't say that too loud, we're the only ones who know about these."

"Oh, it's fine." Tanisha said. "Even without it, I'd be hard as hell thinking about you."

Bernadette heard her phone chirp at her. She checked it as she walked. She turned to tell Tanisha what it said, but she had fallen behind getting a drink from the water cooler set in an alcove.

Tanisha rested her elbow atop the clear plastic five-gallon container. She sipped one plastic cup of water, filled it up again, and then dribbled the second cup across both of her breasts to make her nipples stiffen.

"How's it hanging, Dot?" Tanisha gestured with the empty cup. "Hot enough for ya?"

"DOT?" Bernadette scrunched her face.

"What's short for Bernadette, then?"

"Not 'Dot,' I don't think." She changed the subject, pulling her phone back out. "So... the volunteer called me and said that she was going home. She had fun, but she had enough and wants to go sleep for a thousand years. Her words."

"Eh, what a quitter." Tanisha waved her hand dismissively. "But how are we supposed to... continue our research?" She looked out on the rows of cubicles and office doors before them. "Do you see any... candidates?"

"They all have their own work to do."

"So do we!"

Bernadette sighed. None of the faces standing out over the low walls were even looking at them. "You know how it is. You said it yourself... on Friday, everyone's just got their head down to make it to the weekend."

Tanisha blinked. "I temped at an office once. The difference between there and the coffee shop is... nobody ever wished me a good weekend at the shop because... I was always there."

For the first time today, Bernadette felt a bit embarrassed. "Sorry, I guess I'm further out from it than I realized."

"You're saying that you've never messed around with anyone here?"

"I don't ever interact with anyone in this building voluntarily." Bernadette answered.

"Then why hang around naked?" Tanisha said. "I love getting gawked at by everyone."

"I... don't care about it either way." Bernadette said. "Maybe at the start, it was funny to see all these allegedly open-minded free-wheeling Californians visibly uncomfortable with it, but now... I just prefer it when I have to run lab work by myself. It's not like I can't stand here and talk about the game... not that I really ever cared about sports in any capacity."

"I take it you don't go to the Christmas parties, then?"

"I DID... in Milwaukee. Those were fine. Lots of wings. But the parties out HERE, getting dragged along to some expensive steakhouse or buffet... it's like going to a wedding where you don't know anyone, not even your plus one.

"The boss asked me if I was going to the Christmas party the first year I was here. I said yes to avoid rocking the boat. But some people were coming in who haven't worked for the company in literal years, in at least one case... over a decade. Maybe it was for the free food or to socialize with people they haven't seen in a while. The booze wasn't free, but it was THERE, at least. Maybe other people take any excuse to drink. Frankly, if I was out of the company for as long as some of these people had been, I'd hope I'd have something else to do that night. Not that it was ON Christmas or Christmas Eve itself, but even so...

"So when the boss asked if I wanted to go to the New Year's party... this felt a bit like it was getting out of hand. Like there'd be a party every two weeks henceforth. So I said I won't be going. And he asked why. And I said because I don't want to. I do this job to make money, and it's enough where I am polite to the people that work here, but seeing anyone here when I am not being paid is not my idea of a party... especially not on a Saturday."

There was a pause. Bernadette stared out into space. Tanisha took another sip of water.

"Do you remember what it's like to work almost every weekend?"

"Not really..." Bernadette said. "That's the day I usually get groceries. I'd almost rather go during the week so it wasn't so crowded."

"Well, if I can tear you away from the market, why don't you come visit my location tomorrow?" Tanisha offered. "See how we do things differently than other shops... even from other Futa Brews."

Bernadette smiled. "Sounds like some fascinating research to me."

"Of course, we get a REAL early start over there, seven days a week. So unless you want to drive from here at three in the morning... maybe I could find you some place nearby to stay tonight. I've got a... spare room."

"How could you say such a thing?" Bernadette bent towards her, running the tip of her nose on her cheek. "Suggesting that I'd spend the night at your place... and not help keep you warm at night. This is a highly inappropriate suggestion."

"It's these darn implants. They make me unable to resist tall attractive intelligent successful hung blondes."

Bernadette snickered. Of course, they both knew that couldn't be the cause. Maybe it was the placebo effect.

They started to walk off.

Somewhere among the typing and soft noises, there was a wolf-whistle.

Tanisha turned towards the sound.

"THANK YOU." She smiled, hand on her heart, speaking loud enough to draw the attention of the entire open floor plan. "I was really feeling unappreciated here..."

---

Back at the break room, Francis let out a long breath as the two of them finally left. It was exhausting, trying not to look. He didn't want to do that for his whole lunch break. He went back to his bag lunch.

Something had been tucked under Francis' lunch bag... a single dollar bill. It wasn't his. He picked it up. It felt damp with sweat. Did one of them leave him a dollar behind? Where had they even been hiding it? Did they just assume that whenever he had seen a nude woman, a dollar bill had to be exchanged in one direction or another?

The candy machine refused to accept the damp bill, so Francis just used his credit card to buy that Snickers bar.

---

The word went out in the early evening. Tanisha went into the storewide text chat channel that everyone who worked for the Sacremento Futa Brew could read. She asked everyone to come in at 6AM the next morning, whether they were scheduled to open the shop or not. They would have an important visitor, so they had to make sure everything was running like a Swiss clock.

Tanisha didn't get any rejections or excused absences. For maybe the first time, every barista and assistant manager would be on site at the same time. The back parking lot was stuffed with cars, almost to capacity. A few arranged for carpools, especially those that didn't trust themselves to drive themselves in so early... or maybe those who could figure out something fun to do the night before and drive in together.

Those that got there a little earlier punched in and busied themselves with some cleaning, restocking napkins and straws, mopping the lavatories in case it wasn't done the night before. Some sat in the booths and browsed the internet on their phones. There simply wasn't THAT much to do.

One of the workers discovered that the break room was locked. She'd never seen that before... what was there to protect in there? The complimentary water bottles?

Right when it flipped over to six, Tanisha emerged from within the break room, closing the door behind her without opening the door too far, as if a leopard would get out if she wasn't quick enough. She was in her 'fashionable' polyester blazer and skirt with the white to underneath.

"Hi, everyone!" She waved at everyone. "Thank you all for coming in so early, on such short notice."

"Yeah, what's the big idea?" Becky asked, scratching her hair a bit. "Why did we all have to come in THIS early?"

"Once you see what I have in store, you'll all understand." Tanisha said. "But we do have a visitor coming in... and she's from the office. She wants to see how we do things here in Sacremento."

"Is she here yet?" Asked Penny, one of the assistant managers. "I've heard the people at the office don't get in until past ten..."

"That's probably an exaggeration, but they also don't need to fuel the world's commuters and workers the way we do." Tanisha said. "But I'm happy to say she'll be joining us very shortly. But to congratulate you all for coming in, we've got a surprise for you..."

Tanisha fumbled for her key and unlocked the break room. The crowd slowly followed her inside, but a few of them noticed a very familiar smell that wasn't associated with a coffee shop at the crack of dawn.

Pizza.

Tanisha flicked the lights on.

On one of the break tables, a small round table with a single column at the bottom that spread out to a circumference equal to the tabletop... there was a nude blonde woman. She was on her belly, tied down to the table with chains. But resting on her bare back... there was a large pepperoni pizza.

She turned to the side, seeing the crowd of women piling into the room. Some of them were already in the proper Futa Brew uniform, but only grew hard once they saw her. The crowd mostly laughed in surprise, like the best Christmas present they could have imagined.

"I told you all you wouldn't want to miss this." Tanisha giggled.

"Who is this?" Asked someone from the crowd.

"She's from the head office. She heard about our particular interpretation of the rules about interpersonal relationships. I wanted to show her the benefit to my particular management style."

"Where'd you get pizza at six in the morning?" Becky asked. "A gas station?"

"I pulled a favor at the local Little Caesar's." Tanisha said. "It might not be that great, but I got enough for everyone to have half a pizza."

"Is it hot?" Asked a different voice.

"It is very hot..." Bernadette huffed. She rolled her head back, trying to shift the pizza with her shoulder blades to get it off of her.

"Don't do that, you silly thing." Tanisha scolded, closing in fast. "You're getting hair in the pizza." She wrapped up Bernadette's hair into a high bun with a handy rubber band. "And of course the pizza's hot. That's half the deal of the Hot and Ready, isn't it?"

"Could we please take this off my back?" Bernadette whispered. "I think it might be legitimately burning me..."

"Uh-oh, I think someone's a little grumpy... someone needs breakfast." Tanisha pulled the piece off that sat right behind her neck. She traced it across the pizza, the point hanging down as it slid across her ass crack, leaving a tiny line of grease behind as she traced it down her rear. She let the tip flop across Bernadette's unguarded pussy and land on her balls for just a moment.

Tanisha yelped at the momentary heat down there.

"Whoa, she's a futa?" Called out a voice from the crowd, shuffling through them to get a better view.

"Of course she is." Tanisha said. "You think I'd bring in a tasty snack without ALL the toppings? But of course, I think you'll be doing most of the topping today..."

Tanisha shoved the slice of pizza into Bernadette's mouth, holding her head still with her other hand as she munched the slice down to the crust, moaning and trying to protest through hot dough and cheese.

"There we go... can't be mad about your station in life when you've got free pizza, can you?" Tanisha piped with a cheeriness that might verge on irritating.

"You burned my mouth..." Bernadette mumbled.

"I didn't do it, the pizza did." Tanisha shrugged, in what seemed like a terrible excuse for a manager to enlist. "But I've got just the thing."

She went to the refrigerator and pulled something from the freezer. She set a sphere of ice in an acrylic ring and placed it in front of Bernadette. "The key to your restraints is in here... if you can get to it."

Bernadette reached her lips out to kiss the ice and soothe her mouth. She made a few slurps unintentionally. She couldn't afford to be embarrassed about it when there was plenty more to be embarrassed about.

"You know how we like to do it here." Tanisha addressed her staff. "But today, I intend on doing a very thorough inventory of everything not in this break room. So I won't be available to you the way I normally am. I'm not any happier about it than you are. Luckily, the office has sent us this slut for anyone's use."

"The office actually sent us..." Asked someone from the back. "A slut?"

"No, you know how they are. They don't know how we keep our numbers and morale so high, and they don't really need to. So same rules apply as always. Selfies are fine as always, but no pictures of sex acts, and definitely no pictures of her."

There was a murmur through the crowd of general acceptance.

"Should we establish a safe word?" Asked a shy voice from the crowd.

"What a great idea." Tanisha said.

"How about, 'the pizza burned my mouth?'" Said someone else.

"No, it should be something that she wouldn't normally say."

The suggestions came in hard and fast.

"I understand what it's like having a normal job!"

"I love driving this car that was made in America!"

"I am paid commensurate with my skills and work output!"

"I've held a five-dollar bill within the last year!"

"I've never used my femininity OR my big dick to get ahead in the workplace."

"I haven't changed my political affiliations when I started making six figures."

Bernadette huffed a bit. Being tied up for sex with fifteen stranger futa ogling her was embarrassing enough without everyone assuming she was a stuffy, sexually-repressed executive. Is this what people thought of the people at the office?

"I can only get off with quintuple anal fisting!"

Bernadette started at that one. Never mind, keep casting aspersions on her character, as long as they didn't try the twenty-five finger salute on her.

"How about... Mercy?" Tanisha put her hand under Bernadette's chin and lifted her head up. "Say it so we know you can."

Bernadette gulped. "Mercy."

"I didn't know you spoke French." Tanisha nuzzled Bernadette's nose, turning Bernadette's head by the chin with her hand rather than shaking her own head.

She spoke to the crowd again. "All right, everyone. The opening crew should get started to get us open for 6:30. Anyone who wants to help out, that's fine, but you don't have to. You'll get paid the mandatory three hours minimum either way. Anyone who wants to have the rest of the day off, you can leave. Anyone who wants to stay here with the slut... that's also fine."

Tanisha left, cutting through the crowd and out into the shop. Roughly half the staff filtered out to get everything prepared. Some others went out to assist... but an unsettling number stayed in the break room. The room was less crowded... but Bernadette still felt vastly outnumbered.

"Do you really work for the office?" Asked a woman in a tank top and cargo pants.

"Yes, I do."

"Are you really going to let us use you however we want?"

"Within reason, please."

"Can I put a cigarette out on your tongue?"

Bernadette sneered and made the 'eugh' sound. One other thing she had escaped when leaving the Midwest. People still smoked out here, but not to the same degree.

The worker seemed to understand that response. "Alright, I'll just fuck your face off, then."

She did so.

While tossing Bernadette's head about like a fleshlight, one of the other baristas looked at the pitcher in this scenario.

"Aster?"

She looked up. "Hey, long time no see."

"I haven't seen you in like two months." The barista said.

"Well, I don't work here anymore." Aster said. "But I was in the text channel and had to see what Tanisha had planned." She looked down to the nude chained woman, whatever her name was. "Like old times... you get the back and I get the front?"

The other futa barista moved in behind, scooping out her cock from within her skirt and shaking it to life. "I don't remember doing this particular sex position when you worked here, but... why not remember the old times as better than they really were?"

Sufficiently hard now, she slid herself into Bernadette. A few others stood and watched, pitching tents in whatever clothing they still wore below the waist... waiting for their turn.

And thus, Tanisha's long inventory shift began.

--

Evening eventually rolled around. The morning workers had left when their shifts ended... or stayed around for a few more rides with their visitor. Some of the afternoon shift left after the meeting to run an errand or get a lovely breakfast... but all came back in early for a couple quick bonks of the snooty home office worker. There were way more people around at closing time than normal, which meant closing duties took a fraction of the time... which meant more rides with the mysterious shackled woman.

Soon, they closed up, cleaned up and all left... except for Tanisha. She had wrapped up her inventory a few minutes ago, having only taken a short lunch break. Everything looked great. But she was tired. She would love to relax, but she had to make sure that everyone else had left before Tanisha could close the place up for the night.

So, she went to the break room.

Where their visitor still was.

Bernadette was on the floor, still chained to the table. One arm was over her eyes, but she twitched when she heard the door open. She was still nude, soaked with jizz and dried sweat. Her makeup ran all the way down her face. Someone had written obscene words and instructions all over her body with markers. They were probably the nearby dry-erase markers... but maybe it was just Sharpie. She had sweated most of the words off until they were meaningless smudges. Her cock was at an exhausted three-quarters chub, and had many different colors of lipstick at the base. Her buttocks were spanked to almost as red as an apple. There was an implant in there... but Bernadette was never told what flavor.

Most crucially... Bernadette's belly was as flat as ever.

Tanisha heard Bernadette's breathing deepen as she heard the footsteps approach. She went to the fridge and retrieved a one-liter bottle of water. Tanisha brought the water bottle to Bernadette's lips and let her drink it down. A few seconds later, her body started to shimmer anew with fresh sweat.

"You poor thing..." Tanisha tutted. "You must be so dehydrated... didn't you use the ice?"

"I did..." Bernadette groaned. "There was no key in there..."

"That's fine..." Tanisha said.

She pulled on the chain strapped to her arms. Both had a little slack come out from under the skirt of the table... and then come free.

"There was no lock." She continued. "You hadn't been tied to the table at all. The only thing that kept you there was your stubborn refusal to say the safe word."

"I... handled it." Bernadette responded. "I don't think I'd want to do it all again tomorrow. Might take a sick day to gather myself."

"Tomorrow is Sunday."

"No, I mean for Monday..."

"Oh, don't worry about that." Tanisha started wiping Bernadette's body with a slab of damp paper towels. "I took your phone and texted the office that you were taking some time off. Food poisoning from too much pizza."

Tanisha hung the last slice in front of Bernadette. Congealed and cold, devoid of toppings, only blistered cheese and pale dough.

Bernadette ate it like a starved dog, chomping at it with her teeth.

"So hungry... didn't they feed you enough cock to stay full?"

Bernadette gnawed the dangled treat right down to the crust. Her stomach growled loud enough for both of them to hear it. It didn't even matter what she said, did it?

Tanisha's hand went towards Bernadette's rear. She yelped as she expected one more spanking to her pained reddened cheeks, but Tanisha just pulled out the implant that someone had thoughtlessly left there, our of Bernadette's reach.

"Thank you..." She gulped, suddenly feeling enormous relief.

"Who did a silly thing like this?"

"Someone left for the day and put in there." Bernadette said. "Some of them pulled it out to fuck my ass and then put it back like a champagne cork."

"Can you tell what flavor it is?" Tanisha said. "You must be so backed up that it's dancing behind your tonsils..."

Bernadette squinted. "No... there aren't tastes buds up there..."

She yelped again as a slick little eel tickled her where the implant had just sat.

Thanks to Tanisha's delicate and skilled tongue... now there were.

Bernadette wasn't ready for this, shouting and gasping as her leg twitched like a dog. She only could hold on for a few seconds before she came into both her hands, trying to hold her cock down. Errant splatters of nutty-scented jizz got everywhere, split into many separate blasts as it passed through her fingertips.

Tanisha moved back around to Bernadette's face, using the still-warm implant to apply a layer of orange to her lips before kissing Bernadette on the lips. She whined, but was held in place until Tanisha was satisfied.

Bernadette smacked her lips. "Almonds?"

"Close. Amaretto."

"We didn't have that flavor when I worked the floor."

"It's new and trendy." Tanisha discarded the implant in the nearby bin. "You really have been out of the game for a long time..."

"I don't think this will make a good episode of Undercover Boss..."

"You got it worse than I ever have. Even when we have meetings, I don't just sit here and let the entire staff run an endless train on me." Tanisha ran her fingers into Bernadette's sweaty hair. "And after a twelve-hour shift as the store bicycle... you still have a lovely flat stomach, flatter than mine ever got. It looks like it might just be impossible."

"Did you tell them what we were trying?"

"You told me to be discreet." Tanisha answered. "If you told these young baristas to fuck the hot blonde because it was part of the job, they might refuse to do it just to be defiant. As an act of rebellion against the office that seems to want us shut down... I knew they'd bring their best."

Tanisha gathered the chains around Bernadette's arms and ran them together, like smoothing hair to be wrapped in a ponytail.

Bernadette obediently put her arms behind her back as she did this... only to hear her snap something between the shackles on her arm. A padlock now held her arms behind her back, the chains dangling down like heavy industry tassels.

"But there is one avenue we haven't tried yet."

Tanisha pulled something from her pocket. It was a sphere about an inch across, matte white in color.

It took a second for Bernadette to recognize it. She jerked away from it, scooting against the floor.

"We were only open on Christmas once..." Tanisha said, looking at the orb in her fingers. "But we didn't do enough business to make it worth being open. So these have sat in the deep freezer for years since... nobody ever asked for them back."

She held it out, the way someone might menace someone with a single bullet from a revolver before it was loaded for Russian Roulette. "Even with everyone pounding every hole you had, your belly is flat as ever. So clearly, we were not filling you with jizz fast enough. If it's ever going to work, we need to try this."

Bernadette gulped hard enough for Tanisha to hear.

"Or... you can say Mercy."

Bernadette shook her head. Even after the longest Saturday of her life... she HAD to know if it was possible. What sort of a scientist would she be if she chickened out now?

Tanisha moved in for a long, slow kiss. Her free hand slid down between Bernadette's legs, teasing her pussy with her fingers.

"I haven't come at all today..." Tanisha moaned between kisses. "It's been tough... but now I'm here to dump everything back in you. And based on how wet you still are, you must really have wanted me even as all the staff that's younger and thinner than me all fucked you over and over. Some of them are even bigger than me... you must REALLY like me."

Tanisha put the high-density pellet inside her.

She took in a quick hissing gasp through her teeth, her head bucking backwards. She looked down on Bernadette with the hungry stare of a lioness.

"It's been a while since I've used this one..." She said through a clenched jaw. Her cock rocked with her rapidly increasing heartbeat.

Tanisha locked Bernadette's leg chains together, leaving enough slack for them to still be obediently spread wide apart. She then folded both of Bernadette's legs up towards her face until the chain connecting her ankles went behind her head... and held her legs in place.

"You OK?" She whispered.

Bernadette nodded. She hadn't stretched like this in quite a while. She held the chain between her neck and ankles like handlebars.

Tanisha pawed Bernadette's balls with one hand, the first tender touch she'd experienced in hours. But it was mostly to lift and hoist the out of the way of her pussy. She ran her fingertips across it before poising her tip against it.

They looked at each one one last time.

Bernadette nodded.

Tanisha pressed it in.

Bernadette gasped. It was... harder than the last time they'd done this. The high-density implants were even more intense than she remembered. Tanisha's cock felt like a rod of steel, hotter and harder than ever before.

Tanisha dug her fingernails into Bernadette's hips and shook them up and down like Bernadette was a fleshlight. She bent Bernadette's back just enough to rest the tip of her cock into her mouth, as she had done to her before. That was fair enough. She had done it to her. But then she took the Amaretto implant and stuffed it back in her ass.

The blood was already rushing to her head, but this felt like she was an olive and was being squeezed for every drop of oil. Her heart was thumping so hard, the pressure building within her eyes. She felt like she would lose her mind... or explode.

And soon enough... she did.

Afterwards... nothing much had changed. Most of the jizz made it in... and out of her. The floor had lots of white streaks, some of startling length based on the force and volume with which it had been delivered. Somehow, Bernadette's own power stream hadn't knocked any of her teeth loose.

Bernadette's stomach was just as flat as always... but it was now decorated with her own jizz... as was the rest of her.

"I don't know what else we can try..." Tanisha said, wiping perspiration away with her bare forearm. She unlocked the chains holding Bernadette's arms together. "I haven't gone a full ten hours without coming unless I was asleep. I just don't know how else we can prove that these things are safe, even if we want to fuck with them on." She went to get a bit of paper towel to wipe her tip.

When she turned back... Bernadette had gotten to her feet. When Tanisha released her restraints, she earnestly thought Bernadette would just sit there like a loyal dog. But there she was... soaked, muscles tense... bearing the wide eyed stare of a wild animal.

And she was holding that box of single-use implants.

With her free arm, Bernadette slammed Tanisha down against the table, as she had been restrained for hours. Bernadette shoved a new implant into her ass... and then one inside herself.

And then another one inside Tanisha.

And another one for herself.

Until the box was as empty as a box of donuts five minutes into an all-hands staff meeting.

Bernadette loomed over Tanisha, locking her hands with her. Her arms were trembling, her face flushed. Her cock had some new visible veins bulging like a wrestler's forearm.

"Ready?" She growled.

Tanisha hardly looked different at all, as if the several high-density implants fizzling away in her ass were nothing but Berocca. "I don't look scared, do I?" She smiled. "I haven't been part of such a fun sexual experiment since college."

The Futa Brew in Sacremento was closed... but the night shift was far from over.

---

The next morning slowly arrived. The Sacremento Futa Brew was still empty. This was one of the few Sundays that this locations wasn't open... as it was Easter. Not a holiday that meant a lot to either Bernadette or Tanisha, in truth.

All Bernadette wanted was a big bed, with silky sheets and a warm comforter. Wrap up in it and bury her face in a pillow. In her daze, still spread out naked on the cold tile floor, Bernadette looked at her phone and checked her email for the first time in about a day. She had a missive from the same email address that had reached out for the secretive meeting.

The source of the original photos had finally been found. They were not from a woman who had fucked a futa and horrifically distended her abdomen. They were from a pregnancy blog, where a woman had taken progress pictures of her otherwise standard pregnancy. The social media post that had started this investigation was fraudulent... in more ways than one. The photos had been manipulated to make her belly even larger, just as Bernadette had suggested. A futa had not been involved in any way, unless her child would be born as one.

The instructions told her to return to her standard duties on Monday, and to desist in fruitlessly attempting to recreate this deception. The email chain would vanish from her inbox the following Monday without warning or ceremony, perhaps to avoid embarrassment. What was more reflective of the corporate culture than avoiding embarrassment when those on the ground floor were forced to absorb it?

Before this transmission could be erased, Bernadette showed Tanisha the email. This may have been a breach of confidentiality protocol, but after everything she'd been through in pursuit of this hoax, Bernadette didn't really give a rat's ass.

She read it. "I guess this was all for nothing, then..." Tanisha sighed.

"I suppose so..." Bernadette moaned, dropping her phone a few inches to the tile with uncharacteristic carelessness.

Tanisha slid across the floor, getting closer. "I hope you enjoyed your time at the Sacremento Futa Brew."

"I did... for the most part." Bernadette said. "You girls worked me pretty hard."

Tanisha shuffled a little closer, pressing her lips to Bernadette's. Both their tired faces turned into smiles. Tanisha's other hand ran down Bernadette's belly.

And it was now a belly.

Bernadette's abdomen was huge and round, the equivalent of an eight-month pregnancy... maybe ten? If she had anything on before now, it would have been far too small to wear now.

"It's a miracle..." Tanisha said, rubbing the huge, nearly orb-like belly. She set her ear against it. She didn't feel a kick... but did hear some unsettling gurgling. "Do you think we should tell them about this? I mean... how much further along until everyone at the office starts to notice?"

Bernadette turned her head. "What about you?" Her hand went down to Tanisha's abdomen, where her stomach was about the same size. It looked more pronounced on her frame, but also in closer proportion to her larger breasts. If someone took a photo of them right now... some Internet expert would probably assume that it was Photoshopped.

"Oh..." She moaned. "None of my shirts are going to fit anymore..." She dragged herself closer, sliding long the tile floor until she was shoulder-to-shoulder with Bernadette. She wanted nothing more to climb back onto the tall blonde babe and do whatever she wanted... but their bellies would keep them too far apart. Even now, as they were next to each other, their bellies looked like the goggling eyes of a toad.

Dizzily staring into the drop ceiling, Bernadette asked, "What happens next?"

"Whatever we want to happen next." Tanisha answered.

Bernadette's right hand went onto the apex of her belly. "If this IS for real... I should figure out how to tell my family, I guess..."

Tanisha's hand went on top of hers and held it.

"My Sittoo was the smartest woman I ever knew." She said. "Not a stupid slut like me."

"Oh, hush."

"No, I've worked very hard to be the slut that I am." Tanisha insisted. "AND I never read. But back then, I was very curious. I used to ask her about everything. When she didn't know, she would look it up in the big encyclopedia in her study. Until I asked where babies come from. And she... perhaps euphemistically told me that... the only way a girl could get pregnant was when two people... really loved each other."

Bernadette looked over to her. Tanisha's eyes looked a little shinier than normal.

They kissed.

This was the first time that working for the Futa Brew... really did feel like a family.