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Don dove into the elevator milliseconds before the door would've stopped him, forcing his way into the car and trapping him in with one of the board members, exactly what he wanted. "Mr. Ross," Don cleared his throat, sheaf of papers in his arms, "I wanted to talk to you about my possible promotion." Mr. Ross looked at him, unreadability painting his face, "Yes, I told my secretary to reply to the email, but then she quit. It must've gotten lost in the kerfuffle." He turned to Don, looking him up and down before saying, "Tell you what. You have until the 80th floor to convince me." Don's eyes went wide with both fear and excitement as he started to rustle through the papers, not noticing his newly painted nails.

"First off, as you know, I have been with the company for almost 20 years now," he began, "And personally I believe I've loyally served the company for all of those." He fingered through the papers, pulling one out that showed a neatly formatted and typed memo that congratulated him on his two decades of service. He looked up at Mr. Ross, who seemed taller than normal, along with the rest of the elevator car. Don ignored it, thinking nothing of it as he reached for another paper. "And these graphs show my numbers," he told the man, his hair lightening to a bright white, "I even try to make them as neat and understandable as possible, something I've noticed my other colleagues don't put the effort into."

"You're quite organized," Mr. Ross replied, taking the sheet from the now diminutive man's hands. Don blushed, his rising cheekbones accentuating the blood flow in his soft cheeks. "I-I try," he stuttered, his voice seemingly higher. "I have also not taken a single day off this entire year," Don told him, his shirt and pants starting to shrink, "And I've clocked in more overtime than anyone else in the entire building." His pants fused together into a tight leather skirt, his top losing its sleeves to morph into a red knit halter top. His socks climbed up his legs, turning into a translucent pair of black tights. "I've also only been improving over the years, my margins have only been rising every year, and my projections say that's not going to stop."

A strange sensation built in Don's chest moments before a pair of breasts erupted from it, stretching the top to its limits and giving the keyhole ample cleavage to work with. His ass grew wider on his hips, stretching the leather skirt so much it began to creep. His thighs expanded, the tights' durability tested as soft, doughy flesh stretched them. A small moan left his lips as his cock receded into his crotch, changing into a wet slit clad in a pair of pink panties. "I, uh, I am also told I am fun to be around," she claimed, oblivious to her new body but not its sensitivity, "I am trustworthy and loyal, something I know the company values."

A ding rang out as they reached the 80th floor. Mr. Ross turned to the woman, gesturing for her to follow him, "Let's finish this conversation in my office, Donna." She complied, her heels clacking on the floor as she walked behind him. He opened the door, letting him into the frosted glass office, waiting for him to close the door. "I also can keep morale up around here," she cooed, using her fingers to undo his tie. He smiled, turning her around and groping her ass. She groaned slightly as his fingers felt her up, a fire burning in her groin, begging to be put out. Mr. Ross undid his pants, bending Donna over his office and pressing his hard tip against her as he pulled down her pantyhose and underwear. With a grunt, he shoved himself deep inside her virgin slit. She bit his discarded tie so as not to scream out in pleasure as he fucked her senselessly.

She shook with multiple orgasms, her knees almost giving out as he came inside her. She always imagined what sex was like, but her career aspirations never let her explore herself, instead forcing her to work in an office. Donna turned around, kissing Mr. Ross on the lips deeply as he groped her breasts. He pulled away, admiring the newly minted young woman, no older than 25 now, and grinned. "I think you'd be excellent as my secretary," he told her, "Clean yourself up, and we'll go over the paperwork." Donna nodded, entering the executive bathroom. She was giddy with excitement, happy to have gotten both a job and laid in one day.