Corporate life is one full of drudgery, disrespect, and disappointment. Noa, but a simple intern, has internalized these lessons all too well.One fateful morning, fate shines down upon the arctic fox as her errant wish for bigger and better things is granted.  

Artwork by Bobert!

Clapping her hands, Noa sat down at her cubicle with a pronounced WHUMPF following a uneventful delivery. Her chair, crappy and cheap, creaked ominously. "Same as it ever was..." Noa curiously noted as she looked out over her work space. Coffee stains still blighted her desk and dead pixels still pocked displayed prominently on her computer monitors lock screen.

No one, not even her manager, had said a word about her new job or proportions. As if this was simply how Noa had always been. What she had always been. "If it's too good to be true then it probably is," Noa ruefully told herself as the high of her pay raise wore off. This... this couldn't be real. There was just no way. Shaking her head, the arctic fox clapped at her cheeks. Maybe this was just a particularly convincing lucid dream! Which... would be kind of weird since her typical fantasies tended to revolve around living a life of financial security rather than being impossibly buff and well endowed.

Noa rubbed at the back and let out a disgusted sigh. The thought that she would dream about going to work was just too depressing to entertain. Lips pursed, she clasped a monster truck of a hand around her mouse. The white furred fox promptly winced at the plastic crunching between her fingers.

"If it isn't one thing it's another," Noa whined. Of course work would still suck. Fingers splayed, she delicately swished her broken mouse about the frayed pad beneath it. Her jaw dropped when the monitors flicked to life.

Displayed prominently on screen, where Noa's User Account icon ought to have been, was her smiling and swollen mug. Noa panickedly looked about the sea of cubicles. Clicks and clacks of keyboards and errant coughs answered her. Shoulders bunched, Noa hunched over her desk and obsessed over her own picture. This had been taken months ago during her onboarding."H-how?" she quietly mouthed. Even her likeness, digitally captured, had swollen along with her.

This was too much. Rising to her feet, Noa's thighs nearly catching under and ripping off the arms of her chair, the fox showed herself out of the office. Whisking through narrow aisles, blushing at the breeze her very movements kicked up, Noa emptied out into the lobby and took to pacing. Her broken high heels crashed thunderously against the tiled floor with her every footfall.

"Think. Think think think think think. What was so different about today compared to any other?" Hand held out before her, Noa tapped at her fingers with every action, however minor, recalled. "I slept through my alarm. Forgot to condition my hair. Uhhh... oh hell. Did I not brush my teeth?" Rolling her tongue along her teeth, Noa groaned at the thin layer of plaque gathering upon them. "Goddammit. Anyway, um, uh... Dan was Dan. Asshole as always," she muttered under her breath. "I ducked into Djinn's Delights to grab him some coffee and... and... and..."

Noa squinted. "Djinn? Like the genie kind?" The fox wrinkled her nose and stifled a grunt. "I just assumed it was some cutesy alliterative bullshit..." she mumbled through puffed out cheeks.

"Not like there's any less fantastical or idiotic idea out there to explain this," Noa reluctantly acknowledged. "Fine. So assuming that is the case... I dipped into Djinn's Delight's annnnnd oh no I see where this is going." Her eyes drifted down towards her pocket and the phone shaped bulge pressed firmly against her thigh. "There's a draft with the words "I WISH" in there, isn't there? I should probably figure out what else I might have wished for before-"

BZZT BZZT

Teeth clenched, Noa coaxed her phone free from her pocket with only minimal tearing. A flurry of unread emails demanded her attention.

From: Human Resources

Title: Summer Dress Code

Hello,

As you are all aware, employees at Zahra Industries are expected to adhere to a traditional business attire dress code. However, during the summer months, the company has established a summer dress code that employees may observe on days when they have no in-person client contact.

The following list is a guideline of appropriate and inappropriate attire under the summer dress policy. If you have any questions please refer to your manager to determine if your attire conforms to the specified standards.

"Phew!" Noa sighed in relief. "For a second there I thought this was going to go in a completely different direction." She flicked her thumb against the screen and pulled up the next email.

From: Andy King

Title: Re: Summer Dress Code

Hey Noa!

Do tank tops fall under the new dress code?

Noa reared her head back in confusion. "Why the hell are you asking me? I'm your coworker not your boss," she barked. The arctic fox hurriedly swiped to the next email.

From: Caitlyn Braig

Title: Re: Summer Dress Code

Noa!

How short of short shorts are too short? HR said to check with you about whether or not something's appropriate and I mean we've all seen how low you wear-

Stammering, Noa slowly came to realize just what these emails implied. "Wait wait wait I'm your what now?" she gasped. Inhaling deeply, her chest puffing out before her, Noa dared to gaze upon her name tag.

"MANAGER"

A low and cacophonous rumble filled the lobby. Biting down on her lip, Noa steeled herself as suffocating waves of warmth radiated out from within her.

The first things to go were her shoes. Noa's bulbous toes, painfully bunched together, strained and stretched the leather wrapped around them. Creaks, snaps, and pops preceded the inevitable explosion of footwear. With a SLAM, Noa's bare paws pancaked her shoes beneath them and sent cracks splintering through the polished tiles.

Next went her pants. The seams running along her legs tugged apart thread by thread as plumes of white fur forced themselves between the ever widening gaps. Chin tucked against her neck, Noa stifled a nervous laugh while she watched her waistline slide ever lower courtesy of her ballooning thighs. Her shirt untucked itself in the process revealing a chiseled set of abdominals that she couldn't help but ogle.

"Not quite what I wished for but I sure ain't complaining..." Noa trailed off with a blush. Her ass cheeks, shapely as a pear, effortlessly split her pants apart with a RRRRRRRRRRIP of finality. As a cotton confetti rained down around her a strip of tattered cloth, barely able to cover her crotch and crack and held together by nothing more than a single trembling button, was all that remained.

Panting, Noa couldn't help but giggle at her cleavage surging forward and pressing against the underside of her chin. Her shirt serve as a levee to the flood of flesh spilling forth. "Ease it back just a little there," she pleaded as her bra snapped painfully tight.

Much like before, she was the only person reacting to her ongoing growth. Steadying her breathing, Noa gently fanned at herself while her suit jacket tugged up along her mountainous back and her sleeves rolled up past her shoulders.

Nostrils flared, Noa tugged at her collar as the warmth faded. "Okay..." she mumbled under her breath. "Okay. I think... I think we're good. Aside from being all but naked I guess," she grimaced. Damn if it didn't look good on her though.

Rolling her shoulders, Noa peered back down at her phone. Only to gawk at the fact that it had all but been swallowed up by the yawning chasms that were the wrinkles in her palms. "That part's new," Noa rumbled. Tremors rattled the lobby as she shifted about in place. Her feet didn't press against the floor so much as sink through it and the elevator doors barely reached up to her breasts. Her coworkers, subordinates now if she was being technical, struggled to reach up past her waist as they filtered past.

Amazonian didn't even begin to describe Noa now. Lips pulled back, she unsuccessfully tried to fat finger at her phone. Her very digits were bigger than the screen itself was. She... she was literally growing into her roles.

A toothy smirk creased her lips at the realization that bigger and better things awaited her every time she climbed the corporate ladder. "This all kicked into motion after doing my diligence as a PA..." Noa pondered aloud as she approached the relatively lilliputian entrance to her office. Twirling about in place, she waved her ass in front of the scanner by the door in the hope it would pick the presence of the key card dangling from a lanyard along her waist.

"And from the sounds of it I do have a couple of questions to clear up," Noa growled in delight. The scanner beside the door beeped. Fingers curled around the door's handle, the polished metal molded to the contours of the arctic fox's grasp. Noa flashed a toothy grin as a gentle tug nearly ripped the door out of its frame. "But emails always struck me as impersonal," she heeheed as the fox dipped down and forced herself through. The frame and surrounding drywall crumbled apart upon contact with her shoulders.

"I mean, I always fashioned myself a more hands on, a more personable, kind of boss. Someone approachable. Someone who doesn't mind swinging by your desk, her ears scraping against the ceiling, and asking what can she do you for?" Noa hummed.

Her tail excitedly swished behind her at the thought. She was large. She was in charge. And there was nowhere to go but up.