Hostile Takeover - Early Access (Tg) (Patreon)

"Watterson's is going straight to our shareholders," Derek, the Chairman of Headway Industries, said as he slammed his fist onto the table in front of his five other board members, "How can we stop this before we're just another company under their belts?" "Maybe we could bring them back to the table before they do?" Frank, the treasurer, replied, "Surely the deal hasn't been fully rescinded." Derek sent daggers into the man, causing him to shrink back as if he wasn't a powerful executive himself. "Any minute now and we're all out on the streets unless we can think of something!" Derek yelled as he paced, the stress getting to him. The rest of the men went silent, deep in thought, only for that silence to be broken by the sound of a doorknob.

The entire team looked up as a man strode into the room, a big smile on his face and a sheaf of papers in his hand. "What the hell are you doing here, Watterson!" Derek shouted as six more men poured in behind him. "Good morning to you, too, Derek," Jake Watterson gibed as the six men took their positions behind the board members. "Meet the new board," Jake said, pointing to the men, "Starting about an hour ago, Headway is mine, and I've decided we need a new set of faces running this place." "So that's it?" Derek accused, flipping through the stack of papers Jake put on the table, "You bought us out, and now we're just replaced?" "Not exactly," Jake grinned, "I think we can make an arrangement to keep you all around." On cue, the six former board members felt a prick on their necks as the new team pulled syringes out of nowhere.

"What the fuck?" Derek said, grabbing at his neck as he and the others started to feel woozy, stumbling into a chair. "You all know how to operate the company better than anyone else, so we've decided who better to be the new personal assistants." Derek looked up in horror as he saw hair changing hues around the room. "Normally there's only one for the board, but I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I knew you weren't taken care of," Jake chuckled. "You bastard," Derek spoke through gritted teeth as bright blue hair cascaded down and around his shoulders, "You'll pay for this!" "Of course I will," Jake retorted, "I own the company, after all."

A chorus of moans and groans filled the room as the members slowly turned into the perfect secretary for each new director. A rainbow of hairdos was present around the room. A red bob, blonde French braids, violet shag, blue long braids, pink space buns, and finally aquamarine twintails. The panic in the room was palpable, especially since their hair was only the beginning. They all collectively hunched over as their chests began to swell, their expensive dress shirts and suit jackets being torn by the new expanding weights. Derek felt a button pop as a pair of breasts appeared on his torso. No one was seemingly spared from the transformation; each man was more surprised than the last by their sudden change in secondary sexual characteristics. The girl with the space buns, Derek couldn't even tell who it had been, began to shrink until she was hardly even four feet tall. The girl with the red bob actually grew, her long legs making her taller than her replacement.

"See that?" Jake gestured to all of the changing men, "Each one of you is being tailored to their boss's specific tastes, something that will be quite apparent here soon. Derek felt a sting in his ears as they elongated, gaining the appearance of an elf's from one of those fantasy books he never cared for. His ears weren't the only ones to change, however. Frank, or at least who he assumed was Frank based on where they were sitting, had a pair of cat ears poke out of his scalp, which he instantly began to tug on out of fear. "You're all sick," Derek grunted as his waist caved in, "They'll come looking for us!" "Sure, but the contract clearly states that we're within our legal rights," Jake scoffed, flipping to a page and pointing at a section, causing Derek's heart to drop.

"Now, stop worrying about all this stuff that's above your pay grade, Daphne," Jake told him as he felt his hips and butt grow bigger, pushing him up. The name swam in Derek's mind, refusing to leave as it infested his thoughts. His clothes started to shift, re-stitching themselves into a uniform powder blue vest and skirt. He could feel himself slipping, his memories changing, being shaped to the will of the new board until the biggest shock happened. He yelped as he felt his sex invert, that final change causing something in his mind to snap.

Daphne sat up in a daze, looking around the room at the various women sitting by the table. Thoughts and memories started to flow back to her as she stared at her coworkers, not even questioning the cat girl or the one with a tail that ended in a star. These were her colleagues that she had known for years; why would she even bat an eye at their unusual appearances? All of the new secretaries stood, still a bit confused but seemingly ready to get back to work. Daphne looked behind her at the tall man, the Chairman, her boss, and winced. "Sorry, sir, I think I must've dozed off; it won't happen again!" She babbled. The man smiled, "That's alright, just don't let it happen again." Daphne playfully saluted her boss and left the room along with the other secretaries, ready to help this buyout go as smoothly as possible.