The elevator doors opened on the 47th floor with a soft chime that felt far too innocent for what awaited Lila Harper.

She stepped out on shaky legs, her charcoal pantsuit clinging to her sweat-dampened skin. As ordered, she wore nothing underneath. The heavy, thick weight of her new 13-inch futa cock rested against her thigh, already half-hard and leaking steadily into the fabric. Every step made the sensitive shaft rub against the material, sending jolts of unwanted pleasure through her body. Her original pussy throbbed in rhythm, slick and swollen, her juices already starting to coat her inner thighs.

Victoria Nyxar’s corner office waited at the end of the...