“Burt? Start the engine, I'm coming up!” shouted the old man as he climbed up the staircase leading to the rooftop.
“Mr. Edwin? We-” the pilot was about to say something, but Phineas had no time for it.
“I said, START. THE. ENGINE.” he growled as he neared the last row of stairs. His old age wasn't helping him at all, as he was completely out of breath, but at least the adrenaline and the fear of being torn apart by those freaks kept him going.
“Gonna... -kaff- gonna feel that... -huff huuh- tomorrow mornin'...” Phineas mumbled as he climbed the last steps. He considered taking a minute for a quick breather, but a faint crunching noise below reminded him of his current predicament, and that time was of the essence.
Opening the door and slamming it shut behind him, he ran towards the black helicopter occupying the helipad, its rotors already spinning at full force. Just as the cabin door opened and he raised his hands to climb aboard, he caught a glimpse of the rooftop's main access door being rammed open by three-headed fat freaks similar to what his former secretary had turned into, a dozen of them spilling into the rooftop. They were all female and all nude, with all kinds of fur patterns and colors. The one leading them was a grey-furred brunette, and all three of her heads grinned widely, exposing her canine fangs.
“HEY MR. EDWIN!” she bellowed, loud enough that he could hear her over the roar of the rotors. “I'VE GOT YOUR REPORT RIIIIIGHT HERE!” and she casually flipped him the bird, breaking into a fit of laughter with the others joining in as they saw Phineas panicking and slamming the door shut, the elderly man hitting the pilots' chairs frantically.
“Get us airborne! NOW!” he screamed, the pilots complying silently, also shocked by the new arrivals.
Lance and the others kept laughing and jeering as the helicopter ascended into the air and flew away, no doubt taking the old man back to his private villa somewhere. She felt a paw on her meaty backside, her right head turning to see Marcy coping a feel.
“Hey Lancy, wanna go grab a bite to eat?” Marcy's middle head asked, joined by her left head. “I happen to know a nice place downstairs that would cater to our... hmm... needs...” she added in a sotto voice, biting her lower lips. Lance placed her own paws on Marcy's enormous breasts, drawing circles around her nipples, eliciting a collective gasp in return.
“Sure, I'd love to, hun. I hope they have enough room to accommodate all of us, though.” cooed Lance's left head, with the right head licking her muzzle in a lewd fashion. “After all, we got a loooootta mouths to feed.”
Roy, now known as 'Roro', bumped her prodigious gut to Lancy's backside, surprising her. “Did someone say 'feed'?” asked Roro's middle head. “'Cuz I'm starvin'.” quipped her right head, followed by her left head chuckling. “You could say I'm hungry like a wolf.”
Their moment came to an abrupt stop, when another bang echoed on the rooftop, the small crowd ceasing their actions and turning all their collective heads to the source: the hidden door used by Mr. Edwin to get to the rooftop had been knocked open, with a new group of Cerberus ladies squeezing through the narrow doorway. They looked as surprised as their counterparts, with a buxom black-furred blonde stepping forward to address them.
“Hi there, I don't presume you fine ladies saw a skinny old fart run up here?” she asked, everyone recognizing her as Phineas' former secretary. Roro raised her hand and pointed a thumb to her back.
“Sorry, but ya missed him. He flew away with his tail tucked between his legs.” she quipped, the others giggling and snickering. Clarisse's three heads pouted, sighed and groaned at that.
“Well poo, I was hoping me and my love here would teach him a lesson.” she mumbled, looking to her partner, a white-furred Cerberus with all three of her heads wearing glasses, as she stood next to Clarisse with her hands placed on her flabby hips.
“Yeah, that coward deserves one, but on the other hand, if it weren't for him, I wouldn't be enjoying THESE babies right about now.” said the bespectacled woman, cupping her pillowy bosom and giving them a shake, as a murmur of approval and agreement swept through the pack.
“Hey, we were going downstairs to go grab a bite, wanna come too?” Marcy piped up, her heads agreeing with her. “After all, 'the more the merrier', right girls?”
At this, everyone traded knowing glances with each other, they all knew what that implied, and every single Cerberus felt the same way: the urge to spread and multiply, to whet their libidos on each other and any humans they could catch, to feast until they fell into food-induced comas.
The pack made their way to the stairs, some chatting and reacquainting themselves post-transformation, others flirting or being very affectionate with each other. They would have to rely on the staircases, as the elevators wouldn't be able to support more than three or four at the time, heavy as the women were. Not that it mattered a lot to them, really, they weren't in a hurry.
They had plenty of time to have some fun spreading the 'love' to others, after all. Besides, Lancy mused to Clarisse and Michelle, quite a number of them had already gone out into the streets below...