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.

Silly little story series I scribbled up to accompany some doodles by  BobertOttah

Sneak a peek at the entire illustrated sequence here in my Scraps! Riiiiiiiiiight HERE

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"Won't this make me late?" Noa dejectedly IMed back.

The arctic fox's phone buzzed with her manager's terse and uncompromising answer. //God//. Syncing her phone to her work email, and messenger, had been the worst mistake Noa had ever made.

Dan: "nobody sweats the small shit like that"

"HR does," Noa hurriedly deleted from her drafted response. She knew damn well every swipe of her key card into and out of the office was tracked and time stamped. Teeth clenched, Noa responded as diplomatically as she was able.

Noa: "My time sheet was rejected the last time I logged "Coffee Run" under the Administration bucket. Per your instructions."

Dan: "just send it my way and I'll approve it anyway"

A spam of 'eye roll' emojis promptly clogged the screen. Thumb pressed against the backspace button, Noa mulled whether or not a response was even worth it. Shaking her head, she pocketed her phone with a growl. This wouldn't be the last time she'd be 'voluntold' to grab her manager some coffee on her way into the office and it damn well wouldn't be the last time he'd conveniently 'forget' to reimburse her. Hell, she hadn't even started stewing over how Dan would 'forget' he asked her to do so in the first place and pressure her to work overtime to make up for the hours rejected by HR.

"Asshole..." Noa all but snarled. "But then again... what did I expect?" Chin tucked against her chest, Noa fiddled with her name tag. Her job title, INTERN, boldly declared her perceived lack of worth. Shoulders slumped, the sharply dressed fox walked past her office, a towering skyscraper whose glass sides captured the reflections of the clouds sailing overhead, and sighed.

"The day hasn't even started and my feet are already killing me..." Noa whined as she seated herself. The white furred fox's high heels, scuffed and worn down, clung tightly to her swollen paws. It was a small mercy that she hadn't needed to wait for long to make her order.

Nostrils flared, Noa took in the smells of the hole in the wall she had ambled into for her coffee run. Djinn Delights, if she recalled correctly. Roasted coffee beans, vanilla extract, and cinnamon hung heavily in the air. None of which was meant for her.

Noa slouched forward in her chair while she waited for her name to be called. Eyes half lidded, she pulled out her phone and scrolled through a veritable library of drafted texts. Half finished thoughts and musings meant for nobody eye's but her own, journal entries practically, lit up the screen. With a tap of her her thumb, Noa started typing away at today's entry.

"I keep telling myself at least I'm a 'paid' intern, that something's better than nothing, but that's not enough to get me through the day any more. Coffee runs, donut runs, goddamn bagel runs. Anything and everything that isn't involved with engineering or production lines or any of the other roles in the company I'd actually be interested in learning about. :((((( God, I wish. Wish I could try on the manager hat for a day. Or shadow the CEO or... I don't know. Just... something. Something bigger. Something better. That's what I want. Or, fuck, at least have them call me their personal assistant or some shit. Might as well be honest with how they see me."

Footfalls, heavy and rhythmic, rattled Noa's table. "Order up," rumbled their owner.

Noa's ears perked at the gentle tink of ceramic. A cup of coffee, balanced atop a plate, was set before her. "Oh! I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong-"

The thooming footfalls continued apace as the gargantuan orange fox they radiated out from, her sapphire hair tied back into a braid, sauntered along. A faint jingle accompanied the gait of her step courtesy the metal bands dangling from her wrists.

Head cocked to the side, Noa couldn't help but blush at how confidently the colossus, easily twice her height, carried herself. That and how those clothes proudly failed to contain the generously proportioned vulpine's ample assets. Be it her enormous ass cheeks spilling over her waist line, that exposed and engorged stomach, or how her enormous chest pulled apart the buttons of her shirt...

"If only," the arctic fox thought. Running a hand through her hair, cropped short and dyed green, Noa uneasily regarded the steaming hot cup of coffee just waiting for her.

Hands cupped around the heated ceramic, Noa brought it close and inhaled deeply. She could smell the milk, sugar, and honey mixed in along with it. "I mean. It would be a shame to let it go to waste..."

Noa brought the cup to her lips and sipped gingerly. "Mmph!" Smacking her lips, the arctic fox looked about the cozy and dimly lit interior of Djinn's Delights. The enormous orange fox was nowhere to be seen. With a shrug, Noa pressed her luck. She eagerly imbibed mouthful after mouthful of the richest, sweetest, and most enervating blend of coffee she'd ever known! All while blissfully unaware of the curious glow her name tag had taken on. Much less the fact that the lettering upon it was slowly starting to reshape and rewrite itself.

"Can only imagine how late I'll have to work to cover for this..." Noa grumbled. Drink carrier in hand, she patiently waited for the cross walk to signal safe passage.

BZZT

The arctic fox cast a nervous glance towards her pressed pant pocket.

BZZT BZZT

With a resigned roll of her eyes Noa fished out her phone and unlocked it. Her heart sank at the accumulating number of unread messages. Biting down on her lip, she reluctantly opened them.

Dan: "could you get me an latte while you're out"

Dan: "actually wait no make it an espresso"

An unintelligible slurry of groans and curses poured free from Noa's lips as she read through them.

Dan: "forget it its all good"

Dan: "i trust my pa to pick something good for me"

Noa arched her brows. "Excuse you? Your what?!" she practically shouted. Lips pulled flat, Noa quietly seethed. "Careful what you wish for, I guess..."

Brushing a hand along her suit jacket, Noa defeatedly pinched at her name tag. "Might as well just sharpie over you and make it official, huh?" she thought.

Her eyes went wide at the realization that "PERSONAL ASSISTANT" was already engraved upon it and glowed with an otherworldly light.

"Ummm..."

THWACK

With a yelp, Noa's high heels snapped apart. The fox's swollen soles and bloated toes, straining against the interior of her uncomfortably form fitting shoes, slammed into the sidewalk beneath her.

"What the hell?!" she panickedly shouted. Thoroughly flummoxed, Noa grunted as a searing hot sensation rose within her throat before spidering out to her limbs. Her petite frame audibly creaked as that suffocating warmth massaged at her muscles. They responded by thickening, compacting, and ballooning in size.

The arctic fox, actively inflating outward and upwards, awkwardly balanced the drink carrier in her thickening hand. Noa's pressed pants, pulled taut against her watermelon obliterating thighs, threatened to tug apart thread by thread. Her suit jacket rode up along her broad shoulders as it crumpled along her elbows.

"Stop stop stop stop stop my budget can't afford this!" Noa pleaded as her breasts surged forward and forced her jacket apart. Her biceps and triceps, formerly flat, erupted into mountains of toned flesh.

Whining nervously, Noa tugged at her collar. Where it had once been neatly tucked away beneath her shirt it now stretched itself thin to accommodate her thickening neck. "Am I done? Are we good?" she asked of no one in particular. Panting, the hulking fox gathered herself before fearfully taking stock of the reactions from those around her.

The reaction from the passers by, even those waiting at the cross walk alongside her, was muted if not non existent. Some blankly stared ahead. Others buried their heads in their phones.

"I know I shouldn't be disappointed but I would have expected... I don't know... something! Anything!" Noa embarrassedly thought. "I'm not crazy, right? This is a thing that just happened?"

The cross walk binged loudly and beckoned Noa to cross.

Shoulders bunched together, the fox turned her attention to her phone once more as no one paid her any heed. She furiously scrolled through her messages and winced at the sight of static and broken pixels swirled across the screen. Her logged chats overflowed the screen with corrupted lettering and ascii symbols.

"Alright so maybe I am," Noa mumbled through gritted teeth. Blinking, she watched on in a mixture of dread and curiosity as her phone stuttered and struggled to reload her message history. With a bright burst of light, which Noa immediately dimmed for the sake of preserving her battery life, the screen returned to normal.

Cheeks puffed out, Noa dared to scroll back through her message history yet again.

Noa: "Won't this make me late?"

Dan: "dont sweat it"

Dan: "come on youre salaried not hourly"

"Wait. That's not what he said..." Noa mused aloud. "Wait. I'm salaried now?!" Heart racing, she continued to read on.

Noa: "My time sheet was rejected the last time I logged "Coffee Run" under the the Administration bucket. Per your instructions."

Dan: "seriously? goddammit"

Dan: "check your email"

Dan: "let me know if you dont see the email signing off on the override"

Noa immediately refreshed her email. Sure enough, a notification had appeared within her inbox indicating her time sheet had been accepted.

"What the... I... this... this can't..." Stammering, Noa struggled to gather her thoughts as her understanding of reality and the very world around her crumbled in on itself. At least, until a moment of clarity struck her like a bolt. "Hold on. If I'm salaried... THEN THAT MEANS I JUST GOT A PAY RAISE!" she bellowed with a flex.

Myriad stares and shaking of heads were promptly directed at Noa following her boisterous declaration and power pose. With a nervous smile, she immediately shrunk in on herself and hustled across the crosswalk.

"Personal Assistant, huh?" Noa thought as the embarrassment faded. "Though come to think of it... this really is everything I wished for isn't it? And, um, more..." Noa shyly trailed off as her thoughts about her own proportions inevitably drifted back towards those of the fox with a flair back at Djinn's Delights.

"Even if I don't understand it, it's hard to deny it," she hummed. Her eyes drifted down towards the various cups of coffee still, thankfully, sloshing to and fro within their drink carrier. This much hadn't changed, at least.

BZZT BZZT

Noa greeted the incoming messages with, for a change of pace, curiosity rather than abject dread.

Dan: "oh yeah dont forget to treat yourself to something"

Dan: "i know how bad the morning crush can get"

A sly smile curled up on the arctic fox's cheeks. Slipping her phone back into her pocket, her swollen fingers nearly ripping it clean off her pants in the process, Noa couldn't help but smirk. She tugged a cup of coffee free from its indentation in the paper pulp and drank greedily from it.

"I could get used to this," Noa contentedly sighed. "Then again at this rate I might go from being the one to saddled with delivering to the one being saddled with deliveries! A girl can dream..." As the fox's throat bulged with every swallow, and she thundered towards her office, a familiar glow overtook her name tag.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>

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.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Noa forced a smile at the ticklish sensation brushing against her back. Ventilation, exposed wiring, and insulation cascaded down her neck as she dropped to her knees with deafening THOOM.

Her morning had been spent making the rounds across the floor. Shooting the shit with her newfound subordinates, clarifying the dress code, and even sitting in on their meetings to make sure their voices and concerns were not only heard but addressed. When she could actually force her way into the conference rooms, granted.

"Giving credit where credit is due. Acknowledging when you don't know the answer to something rather than bullshitting. Standing up for your team instead of deferring to the higher ups without a whiff of resistance. It's really not that hard," Noa mused as ceiling panels and light fixtures crumpled against her billowing bulk. No longer did Noa have to settle for pissing and moaning about the state of office affairs. She was in a position to set the standards, to enforce them, and change them need be! Noa had simply conducted herself like the boss she always wished she had. The promotion, and everything that came with it, soon followed.

She shuddered when what remained of her jacket sleeves exploded off her mountainous arms while she was forced to hunch over. Breasts resting against her knees, sloshing as they inflated and dangerously encroached on the surrounding cubicles, Noa trembled as her swollen nipples strained what little of her bra remained. That was to say nothing of the reaction elicited by her shredded pants, barely a thong at this point, disappearing between her ass cheeks.

The fox couldn't help but giddily wonder what position lay in store for her next. There were only so many rungs to the corporate ladder and she was vaulting up them by the hour. Lips quivering, Noa dared to peek at her speck of a name tag still dangling from her tattered jacket.

"CEO"

Debris rained down upon her as she erupted into the second story. Cubicles, printers, and office furniture tumbled down along her mountain range shaming shoulders while she continued to swell. The entire company answered to her now. It only made sense all eyes were on her.

"What kind of CEO would I want to answer to?" Noa asked herself as she continued to explode outwards and upwards. Desks, drywall, and plaster collected against her thighs and thick feet while her employees gathered around the edges of the building. She watched their expressions harden as she became someone they regarded with fear more than trust. Someone distant and removed who could end their career in an instant.

Noa's ears drooped at the sight. It was no different than how she used to regard the higher ups. The ascendant arctic fox nodded as she settled on her answer. "What I always wanted was someone who answered to me. Not some nebulous equity company or board of investors or vulture capitalists. Someone... someone clear and to the point. Someone who didn't throw up a smokescreen of spreadsheets to bullshit up a reason why entire departments deserved to be axed."

Clearing her throat, the entirety of the skyscraper quaking at her unspoken word, Noa looked down upon all who answered to her. "Don't worry everyone, I'll keep this quick. I get no one likes these company wide meetings and, to reiterate, this isn't me dressing up some bad news as good news or anything of the sort. See... I've heard some rumblings lately that some of you have been agitating for better pay. Better protections. Better benefits. You know, everything our capitalist hellscape fails to provide."

She held up her hands, mindful not to cleave them through the building's supports, and motioned for the murmuring crowd to be at ease. "Well, I'm here to tell you that if that's in your best interests then it's in my best interests. You're what makes this company successful after all! So, you know, expect to see some changes rolled out shortly. My exorbitant pay will become anything but and yours will rise to where it ought to be." Donning a smirk, Noa playfully shrugged at the wave of disbelief rippling out among her employees. "That and, I dunno, you might as well unionize while you're at it. Help formalize this whole process, you know?"

>>>>>>>>>>>>

Save her jacket, split down the back and dangling from her swollen arms, only Noa's collar remained. No other article of clothing had survived her repeated promotions.

"Hypocritical it may be, I do ask you abide by the recently unveiled dress code even though I do not," Noa boomed. "They just don't make anything in my size is the thing!"

Chest puffed out, the arctic fox casually inhaled some low hanging clouds and tossed her head side to side. The tensing of her muscles, akin to the scraping of tectonic plates, rattled the very earth. What remained of the metropolis Noa once called home, and whose shadows she tread through day in and out, swayed violently in the cavernous wrinkles lining her palm.

Clearing her throat, Noa reached out with her free hand to straighten her name tag. Tangled in a weave of faltering threads it proudly bore her newest and most powerful title to date.

CHAIRWOMAN

"I mean I did fashion myself a hands-on kinds of boss..." the arctic fox warmly smiled at the realization that the entirety of the company, and its operations, quite literally lay within her grasp. Eyes half lidded, Noa lowered her hand to her waist. She could only imagine the view. The thought of the skyline filled with a sheer cliff of white furred abdominals made her tremble. As did the realization that her breasts, practically celestial bodies at this point, blotted the very sky.

She had ascended beyond a CEO. The corporate ladder had been conquered. Yet Noa still desired bigger and better things not just for herself but for her company. For her employees. For the community, magical and otherwise, that allowed her to reach this point. Clearing her throat, the sonic booms radiating out across the continent and displacing entire weather systems, Noa prepared to resume her latest company wide update.

"I know, I know. None of you want to hear 'Do as I say not as I do.' With that out of the way though, I figured you all might like to hear where we plan to go next as a company! Negotiations with your respective Development, Quality Assurance, Technical Support, and Janitorial unions have been bulldozing on at full steam head and you should all expect to see your contracts updated with pensions, shortened work weeks, and generous vacation packages shortly! Furthermore, I know you all have been wondering just where Zahra Industries plans to go from here. The best and the brightest are all but beating down our doors to be a part of our team and our competitors have been falling over themselves just trying to keep up with us in terms of benefits and quality. It's a pretty good place to be, you know? But complacency is a terrible thing."

Toes splayed, Noa peered past her breasts to the gaps between her mountainous digits. Construction roared apace as speck sized apartments and high rises reached up to the undersides of her padded feet. New parks, a walk-able urban center, and subways were to be constructed where her toes had scrunched through the bedrock. All of it possible because Noa had 'persuaded' the local city council to raise taxes on corporations such as hers to appropriate and much more responsible levels.

"Good to myself, good to my employees, good to my community... I would've thought being the big boss was a lot harder than this. I always thought not conducting yourself like an asshole was apparently an impossible ask," Noa thought.

"So that's why I was thinking..." Noa rumbled. Lips peeled back into a toothy grin, the arctic fox's body shuddered. Streams of magical energies erupted from her name tag while she spoke and wildly whipped about her creaking frame. She would find out what lay beyond the corporate realm soon enough.

"Why don't we take ourselves global?" Noa cooed.