After the company Halloween party, Mira convinced the staff to hand over mountains of leftover cakes, chocolates, and pastries. Leaving you to unpack the heavy boxes of desserts beside her apartment's black leather sofa, your supervisor slipped into her bedroom.
Minutes later, the door clicked open, followed by the soft pad of stockinged feet. Thanks for waiting, Honey~
You turned with a tray of pastries and paused. Mira stood in a skimpy purple wolf costume with pointed ears, a fluffy tail, thigh-high stockings, and clawed gloves. Thin black straps and patches of purple fur barely covered her heavy bust and tiny bikini bottom. Since it was October, her bare midsection was untouched by her winter weight; her pale stomach was flat and smooth, crossed by thin black cords with her red navel piercing glinting at the center.
Mmm,
she hummed, swaying over to sit on the sofa and unwrapping a chocolate bar. Can't tell if you're speechless or disappointed. Expected more jiggle? I have to watch my waistline before the holidays. Still, you've been setting records all quarter, and good work deserves a reward.
She gestured with the chocolate toward the mountain of unpacked sweets. Around Halloween is when I start prepping my stomach for Christmas with my mother. If I don't stretch it out beforehand, I'd pop at her table. Normally I use lighter food so I don't fatten up early, but letting the caterers throw all this out seemed like a waste.
She took a bite, her free hand tapping gently below her navel.
I'm out of practice, though. My stomach needs some rough handling to get stretched back out, and my own hands will quit bringing food to my mouth long before I hit my limit,
she purred. So, would you mind spending Halloween putting your poor boss through some intense, hands-on training and giving this empty belly the most brutal workout it's had all year? Do a good enough job tonight, and I might break a record of my own this winter.
