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The Coffee Guy Returns

added 15 years ago BM

Rob was the errand boy of the office, sent out to fetch coffee every morning. He was not in a good mood as he returned to the floor.

"That jerk next door took 30 minutes to get the order!", he fumed to himself. He was also climbing the stairs as the elevator decided that this was the best time to malfunction.

"I think I'll leave early today. Melanie (his girlfriend) might want to catch a matinee..." he said aloud to Dave's half-caf latte with the unpronounceable name.

As he opened the door from the stairwell a bizarre sight unfolded before him. The other employees were pleasuring themselves left and right. Porn filled every monitor, wait, gay porn.

As Rob looked on in disgust, another observation occurred to him. The people were looking a little shaggy, beards beginning to adorn each face. Even the women had them, along with other not so feminine traits.

"Rob!, you got the goods!" came a voice from his left. Rob turned to see a male model screwing some kind of man-beast.

"Dave? What happened to you, er here? What's going on? I return and now you're getting it on with that... thing and the office has gone crazy with porn!"

"That's nothing you'll have to worry about..." Dave said with a strange look in his eye. He pulled out of the satyr's butt and began to approach Rob, 10 incher bobbing with each step. Rob dropped the coffee and took a step back, a pool of foam and java soaking into the carpet.

Dave moved with a speed granted by his new body, embracing Rob before he could flee into the stairwell. Rob struggled against his altered co-worker's arms, Dave's still erect rod pinned between the two smearing pre-cum on Rob's shirt.

Dave then forced his tongue into Rob's mouth for a brief moment. And he then dropped his victim as abruptly as the embrace began. "There, that should do it." Dave said as he turned to finish what he had started with the satyr.

Rob did not waste any time, opening the door, fleeing down to the next level. He ran to a bathroom, intending to wash the smear off his shirt, he'd alert security after he cleaned up.

As he entered the bathroom on the floor below, he began to feel... unusual.


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