Hold Your Tongue

Story by Squeeshka

As with all the stories I plan on writing; this one can stand alone but it also fits in with the bigger picture started in The Ashland Incident. I would prefer that you read without checking the tags, but I know that for some it is a must. I have divided the story into two parts for ease of digestion.

Cock-tongue, dick-nipples, transformation, none-consensual,clit-dick, multi-cock

Hold Your Tongue, Part One

Squeeshka

Oh, the life of an office worker. The oppressive and ever-present clatter of keyboards working tirelessly to complete the never-ending cycle of forms and reports did well to keep Serena Karmin on the cusp of consciousness. She was well into her daily process of checking and un-checking various tick-boxes for the floor manager. As a Project Information Specialist for Telebox Digital Solutions, she could spend most of her days on auto-pilot. On this day, however, there was a snag.

Serena generally worked closely with Cellia Treymont from the Projections department. As it was a Monday, Serena could understand Cellia's hesitance to communicate. It was beyond that though. Cellia wasn't saying anything at all. She sat alone in her cubicle, seemingly in a daze. Her expression was dour.

When it came time for lunch, Serena approached Cellia.

"Hey Cellia, want to go over to-"

Cellia wasn't listening at all. She bolted as soon as Serena caught her eye. Highly suspect, Serena though.

After lunch Serena looked around the office for her silent co-worker. There was no sign of her. When she got back to her desk, she found a sticky note on her monitor. The text was written hastily:

"Serena,

Meet me in the stairwell at 6.

Don't be late.

-Cellia"

"What the hell?" Serena was confused and concerned. Of course she would be there.

The rest of the day seemed to drag on even more than usual. The office closed at five, but there were always some who stayed behind to get more 'work' done. By the time six rolled around, however, Serena was the only one left.

She wasn't sure why, but Serena made her way to the stair well with the utmost caution and secrecy. She had no idea what to expect. She opened the heavy door to find Cellia already waiting, wringing her hands nervously. She looked like hell. Her straight black hair, usually kept in a tight bun, was frazzled and out of place. Her brown eyes looked tired and lacked their usual makeup, as did the rest of her face. Her skirt-suit was wrinkled and her stockings were ripped. When she saw Serena she covered her mouth.

"Cellia... what's going on? What's wrong?"

Cellia remained silent.

"Cellia?" Serena moved closer with a cautious hand forward.

Cellia said nothing and closed her eyes.

"Cellia, I need you to say something..." Serena said, trying to betray her fear with her voice.

Suddenly, eyes springing open, Cellia lunged forward and grabbed the sides of Serena's head. Serena was shocked, unable to react as Cellia drew her face close and brought their lips together. Serena's dark eyes opened wide as she felt her attacker's tongue slip into her mouth. Just as she tried to scream, her mouth was suddenly awash with a strange warm fluid. Serena had no choice but to swallow. Cellia made some strange moaning sounds before both women fell to the floor.

"Cellia! What the hell! What weh... uh..." Serena cut herself off. There was something wrong with her tongue.

Cellia slowly looked up. She put a hand to her mouth.

"Oh my god!" Cellia finally spoke. "Oh my god! It worked!" She looked over at Serena.

"Serena... god, I'm sorry... oh jesus..." Cellia quickly got to her feet. "I'm so sorry..." She continued to apologize as she ran through the door.

Serena was in no mood to chase. Something felt profoundly wrong. Her tongue felt swollen, huge and clumsy. She tried speaking again but could not manage much more than vowel sounds. Her heart raced. What had Cellia done to her? Panic gripped her guts.

She rose to her feet, slowly, carefully as though she were made of eggs. She stuck a finger in her mouth. Her tongue was noticeably different. There was a strange smoothness to it, and it didn't lie flat like it should. Also, she seemed unable to taste her finger. Granted, it would not have tasted good, but that sense appeared to be totally absent. Panic. Trouble breathing. Try to calm down.

Serena went back into the office. It seemed strangely dark. Someone had drawn the blinds. She had to get to the ladies' room. She had to find a mirror. Around the corner.

Suddenly she was there. She was there and she couldn't do it. Nothing good could be hiding behind those lips. Bite the bullet. She looked into her own dark eyes. They were nervous. She looked at her full lips. Painted red. The ugly overhead lights still glistened off the pigment. She opened her mouth and stuck out h

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