It's a few minutes late and I'm not sure this is super on theme for an April Fools' Day caption but… this is what was made, lol

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Marcus walked with intent down the rows of cubicles until he came to the one his work friend was stationed at. He invited himself into the small, barely enclosed space and slammed his hands down onto the desk, startling the squirrely man. “I wanna show you something!”

“Eep!” Milo jumped in his chair, nearly knocking over his mostly finished coffee at the wolf man’s sudden intrusion. “Jesus Marcus! No need to sneak up on me like that!”

Marcus couldn’t help but smirk as he watched Milo softly shake his head before swivelling his chair back into place. “Sorry about that bud, you make it too easy. But I did want to show you what I got my hands on!”

“Fine.” Milo sighed as he pushed away from his desk and swivelled his chair to face Marcus. “This better be good! I got a lot I need to get done today.”

“Oh it is. Trust me!” Marcus reached into his pocket and pulled out a device shaped like a metal brick. It had a long, segmented antenna poking out from its top and all across one of its faces it had various knobs, dials, and switches. “Tada! This little doohickey lets me alter reality!” He held the device out and shook it in Milo’s face. “Neat, huh?”

“…” Milo stared at Marcus in silence, reading his face to try and parse if the wolf was joking or not. “… Is this a prank?”

“What? No!” Marcus clutched the device close to his chest as if he was protecting it from hearing Milo’s hurtful words. “Let me prove it to you.” Marcus peered over the cubicle's wall and scanned the office for a fitting test subject. He could prove he wasn’t joking on anyone but if he was going to fuck around with someone it might as well be- “Elaine!” Marcus blurted out.

“Who?”

Marcus huffed at Milo’s question. “That feisty HR lady that no one likes? The one everyone thinks is a huge ass?” He looked over the squirrel’s face to see if his description rang any bells in that nut sized brain of his but the blank stare back told him the answer was no. “Come on then, she’s right there.” Marcus waved for Milo to get up and join him. It took receiving a roll of their eyes and a judging shake of their head but Milo did give in and stand up from his chair. “Her!” Marcus pointed at a grey tabby woman who had a permanent frown on her face. “The one walking around with a clipboard and jotting stuff down.”

“Oh! Yeah, I know her.” Milo nodded. “So what are you going to ‘alter reality’ for her?”

Marcus could hear the heavy sarcastic emphasis in Milo’s voice but he ignored it. “Well, let’s make her match what everyone thinks she is.” He twisted a few knobs and flipped a few switches before making a show out of pressing the only button on the remote-esque device. A warbling, purple pulse emanated from the antenna and radiated outwards, passing over everything in its path. As it passed over Elaine she went from an average physique to one that could only be described as an exaggerated pear-shaped one. It was like she had two globes glued to her rear that wobbled and shaked as she walked. The tarp of fabric composing her skirt wasn’t nearly large enough to competently cover its sheer size leaving the bottom half of her ass hanging out. “See?! And you doubted me!”

“What the-? How did-? I can’t-?” Milo stammered. “That’s how you decide to prove it?!”

“Yeah, and?” Marcus shrugged as he shot Milo a look of bafflement. “Now quiet! Here she comes.”

Elaine made her way down the aisle between the cubicles. Her hips swayed with an exaggerated, unconscious intent to make up for the extra load and change in gait as she walked. She occasionally peered into an office then jotted something down on her clipboard before continuing her way. As she passed Milo and Marcus she noticed them staring at her over the cubicle wall. “Is there anything I can help you two with?”

“Hmm? Us?” Marcus pointed at himself and Milo. “No, no! We were just discussing a project the two of us were assigned to.”

Elaine squinted her eyes at the squirrel and wolf man. She knew from prior experience that Marcus lied as he breathed so she focused on the man next to him. Milo looked nervous, his eyes constantly glancing between her, Marcus, and something behind her. “Uh-huh… Do I need to sign you men up for our sexual harassment course?”

“I don’t see why we would?” Marcus feigned innocence. Elaine didn’t answer. Instead she jotted something down on her clipboard and continued on her way. “Have a wonderful rest of your day Elaine!” Marcus put on a fake smile, keeping his head on a swivel until Elaine had moved onto another part of the office before turning his attention back to Milo. “See?! Crazy, right?”

“I guess.” Milo shrugged. “So you gave her a huge ass? Is that as much as it can change?”

“Hmm? No! Of course not! Let me show you something with a bit more drastic changes.” Marcus scanned the office again, looking for his next victim. That was when their boss, Julian, exited the elevator having come back from his meeting at the corporate building. “Perfect! You know how our boss and his wife just had twins and he won’t stop complaining about how his wife keeps asking him to help with them?”

“Yeah?”

“Well…” Marcus began tinkering with the device again, muttering to himself as he did so. “Let’s swap their roles… and two babies aren’t nearly enough… and of course she’s gonna need to feed them all… Done!” Marcus jabbed his finger into the button and the same warbling purple pulse rippled across reality. As it passed over their boss the middle aged, pompous fox man was replaced with a tired but well put together fox woman with breasts brimming with enough milk to feed the 11 kits she had recently birthed. She made her way down the aisle, suitcase in one hand, beelining for her office. Her taut, keg sized breasts spilled out from her suit and bounced with each hasty step she took.

As she walked by Milo’s office she noticed from the corner of her eyes her two employees watching her intently. “Gentlemen.” She gave them a nod.

“Julia.” Marcus nodded back. “Did the meeting go well?”

Julia halted for a brief moment to give a deep sigh and drop her shoulders in defeat. “It could’ve gone better. I got my ass chewed out for spending too much time pumping my milk but,” she shrugged, “labor laws are on my side. Hopefully it won’t affect our bonuses this quarter.”

“Let’s hope not. Keep at it boss.” Marcus responded with a faux, thoughtful nod.

“Thanks,” Julia perked up at the oddly upbeat response to her woes. “Keep up the good work.” With her free hand she waved goodbye and continued on her way to her office.

Marcus turned to Milo, a shit-eating smug smirk spread across his snout. “Was that enough of a change for you? Now our boss gets to know what it’s like to have a deadbeat husband.”

“Okay, okay.” Milo stepped away from the cubicle wall and sat on the edge of his desk. “I guess that’s pretty cool. So you're gonna have your fun with them today then change them back or…?”

“Change them back?” Marcus sputtered. “Why would I do that?! Where’s the fun?!”

“I mean…” Milo hesitated. “Your changes were a bit… extreme. You completely changed our boss's life just to prove a point to me.”

“And?”

Milo furrowed his brow and glared at Marcus. “We should change them back.”

Marcus stared back at Milo, trying to get a read on him. He knew his work friend was a goody two-shoes but even this was a bit too square for his liking. “Fine.” He threw his hands up in defeat. “I’ll change them back.”

“Thank you.” Milo thanked Marcus as he began messing with the device’s knobs, dials, and switches. “I knew you’d make the right-” The warbling purple pulse washed over Milo, turning the average looking squirrel man into a woman. “… What was I saying again? Whatever,” she shrugged, "must've been unimportant.”

Marcus nodded solemnly. “You can say that again.”

“I do need to get back to work, however,” Mila’s lips curled into a hungry smirk as she tugged at her dress shirt, causing a few more buttons to pop loose. She had unbuttoned enough of her top to expose the top half of her pink lace bra to Marcus “You’re already here so…” With her other hand she reached down and lifted her skirt, showing Marcus her matching thong. It was soaked with her juices which were also matting the fur on the inner side of her thick thighs. “Wanna do it in the storage closet or the bathroom today darling?”