Sophia made her way back to her desk. It takes longer for her to get there than it would a human, what with having to drag a ballsack larger than the rest of her raccoon body and the several gallons of warm cum in her womb. Although not as long as one might think, as the Reali-gulp makes sure that the people it changes can survive well in their new forms.
Reaching her cubicle, she climbs up into her chair and gets ready to return to work. Sophia sets her little keyboard and mouse on her furry balls, squishing her dick between her breasts. Scanning her work email for anything important, she switches to her personal and quickly gets distracted by online shopping promotions and social media updates.
A large glob landing on her head snaps her out of scrolling through barely safe for work art. Shit, that's what she'd forgotten. Her cock was pulsing with need, pent up from the first half of her day.
"Hey Sophia!" It's Caleb, the other newest employee and Sophia's neighbor on the cubicle floor. "How was lunch? There's still some bagels in the breakroom if you want another." He pokes his head over the divider, eye level with the raccoon cock.
"Ha, thanks for the offer but I'm stuffed!" Sophia pats a paw on her bloated stomach. "Kidding, most of this is from helping Jess. But I might have been too caught up to empty myself, probably going to have to take a break and get that taken care of before that meeting." She wipes another glob of pre off her head, slicking back her fur and setting the piercings in her ear jingling against each other.
"Oh hey, one of my pals from school is having a party tonight. There'll be a pool, grill some burgers, and drink like a ton of beer. It's always a blast. Wanna come with me?"
"Sure, I'd love to! So long as your friends don't mind being outshone in the manhood department." She gave her cock a hug, sending more pre dripping down the shaft.
Caleb laughs, writing the address on a note for her. "I'm sure it'll be fine." Their hands touch as the note gets passed, transferring some pre from Sophia's paw to Caleb.
Buttons pop as new breasts outgrow his shirt, and tearing fabric below as his cock grows longer. His hair shifted to black feathers, with yellow feathers sprouting from his face and down his front. Lips harden into a beak as he shrinks down, hands fusing into wings as he flies up to perch on the dividing wall and keep talking, now a 5 inch tall Lesser Goldfinch sporting nearly a foot of cock and breasts the size of large plums.
Without missing a beat, Caleb continues in a much higher-pitched, feminine voice. "They're pretty chill with our sexual needs too, I've probably been in bed with most of the people that I'll know there." He chirps. "Anyways, you better go drain before you burst." The songbird hops down onto his monitor and then his desk to get back to work.