That stomach growl helped Dave to make his decision, lunch would come first. Taking a minute, he decided he’d have it in his office once he’d taken a simple precaution, bringing the pen out again, the wrote down:
‘I’ll be undisturbed for the remainder of the lunch hour while I remain in this office.’
Now that he was assured privacy for a while, he opened a drawer to bring his lunch out, mainly beef and lamb. He quickly realised that his now carnivorous nature would necessitate a meat (and possibly dairy) heavy diet, but he’d always been okay with meat so it didn’t bother him too much, he’d just have to be careful not to make anyone cows or sheep, and the bottled water gave him something to wash it down with anyway.
Finishing his meal in short time, and after wiping his hands clean, he put the box back in its drawer and leaned back in his chair again, wondering what to do next. Until they brought up the meeting with Mr Prometheus again, he’d have to bide his time before he could properly help him. So what could he do in the meantime?
That’s when he saw Richard walk past his office door, he was the actual head of Advertising and was approaching Cassie. He was actually rather overweight, and looked to be close to 250 pounds, the fat hidden underneath his sharp navy blue business suit. Now he had his next target as he noted down:
‘Richard will become a naked anthropomorphic musclegut alligator, other than his shoes, watch and open waistcoat. Retaining his external genitals, nipples and will remain warm-blooded.’
Getting up once he was done, he walked to the mirrored glass to look as Richard’s face pushed out, far more than his own did while he was speaking with Cassie. As his trousers faded away, a long, very thick tail emerged and rested itself on the floor where his feet remained covered. Dave could now see his arms as the sleeves seeming shrank into them, muscles building up to afford them real strength. He would have seen a bare back, but the waistcoat had remained as he wanted.
It looked like he had finished his small talk with Cassie, and turned to return to his own office, allowing Dave to see that while he did have a prominent gut, it was far smaller than it had been before, and allowed a good view of his thicker manhood. His ID and other small things being held in his waistcoat’s two pockets. Dave’s earlier “request” for privacy ensuring that he wasn’t caught looking at him as he walked past his office again.
About a half-hour of the lunch hour remained when Dave checked the time again. The office now comprised of eleven people he’d changed with the Pen’s power. Jenny, Joe, Amanda, Mikki, himself, Claire, Alex, Cassie, Nicole, Ross, and just now Richard. He thought about changing his Secretary, Jodie into a snake next, but wondered if he should let her keep her legs or not. He still hadn’t made up his mind on whether or not to change Samantha from PR. The boss herself was another option to consider, then he thought about Colin, their receptionist. Which one first?