A Futa's Uniform

'You are already all those things.' Veronica insisted, feeling a little jealous hearing Carla speak about this other woman with such reverence.

"Not like Cindy."

Veronica suddenly felt a lot less comfortable about all those times Carla had worked late. She was sure her girlfriend had never cheated on her but the way she was talking about this other woman was making her feel...inadequate. Her little position managing a shoe store part time was even smaller and more pathetic than normal compared to all this.

The elevator doors opened with a gentle swoosh and Carla stepped out, boots clicking on the floor. The office space was incredible, like something out of a science fiction film. The floors were polished white, each desk was its own circular cubicle made up of multiple screen displays and the people working there wore fancy headsets and spoke in hushed tones.

They passed screens displaying information Veronica couldn't hope to comprehend; she saw schematics for what looked like weapons and vehicles but also theoretical formulas, something that looked like a string of DNA and something that reminded her of those little diagrams used to show the chemical makeup of substances they did all the way back in high school science class.

'What is going on here?' She asked but Carla ignored her.

Of course, she couldn't exactly have a conversation with thin air.

'Sorry, oh and sorry for that!' Veronica squeaked, 'I...will just be quiet now.'

Carla casually tapped her belt, a tiny smack. Not painful or even close to it but a tiny show of force. The message was clear; shut up! Veronica did so, she felt bad; she was supposed to be here as a comfort not a distraction.

Carla moved through the sea of desks until she arrived at an office door with the words 'DEPARTMENT HEAD' painted across it in smart, bold letters.

Veronica's collar expanded for a moment as Carla swallowed and then she pressed a hand to the button at the door side and rang the bell. A buzz, then a voice that contained a calm yet authoritative edge to it called out.

"Enter."

Veronica felt the shiver go down Carla's spine and a tiny spurt of wetness dribble from her pussy. Jealousy engulfed her but she said nothing. She was forced to quietly remind herself that it was perfectly normal to still find other people attractive when you were in a relationship; it wasn't as if Carla was going to act on it. She had to let it slide; especially on such an important day.

The office was similar to the area outside but with only a single desk on a much bigger scale. The entire back wall was made up of screens; some showing similar diagrams to the ones outside and others looking like security footage. The woman behind the desk wore a similar uniform to Carla but in dress form and a dark blue hue that complemented her pale blonde hair perfectly. It was tied in a professional ponytail and cascaded down her back and she stood to greet her new visitor. Immediately Veronica was struck by just how intense the energy around this woman was, her eyes were hard, piercing even and even she felt a little intimidated.

"Carla." She said simply, "I am glad to see you are on time, you know how I appreciate punctuality."

"Yes, ma'am." Carla nodded.

Veronica felt a strange lightness pass through her, perhaps the clothing equivalent of butterflies in her stomach. She couldn't help but feel a little worried. This woman, Cindy, seemed too shrewd. Even though there was no reason for her to suspect Veronica couldn't help but feel she might notice something was off with the uniform. Those icy blue eyes looked her, or rather Carla, up and down several times and embarrassment welled inside her.

She felt like she was being examined. If this woman found out what or who she really was the humiliation would be immense for both of them but especially Veronica. A sense of shame made her queasy, why had she agreed to this! What sort of person was such a pushover that they literally allowed the partner to wear them!

Cindy had the same air that teachers back in school did; she'd only just met her and yet the idea of disappointing or upsetting her seemed like a terrible idea. Not only that but she held Carla's professional life in the palm of her hand; she couldn't do anything to mess this up.

"I'm so glad you are joining us." Cindy smiled, walking around her desk and leaning back against it.

Veronica felt Carla's head dip ever so slightly to look at Cindy's long legs. Once again Carla swallowed and Veronica felt a stab of irritation; surely a dress that short couldn't be within uniform rules.

She tried to ignore the twitch of Carla's cock and how it made her feel. Slowly her panties started to stretch as heat and blood flow increased. Carla was getting turned on and in doing so she was teasing Veronica as well. It was so odd, having that cock inside her and yet not. She wanted to hate it, her girlfriend was getting turned on by another woman for goodness sake but it just felt so nice. God, she was pathetic, this was so embarrassing!

To add salt to the wound, she could feel the heat increasing on Carla's skin as Cindy walked closer, like a full body blush. The woman handed Cindy a list of papers and they began to talk about work. Veronica's mind zoned out, focusing instead on all the minute details of her girlfriends body she'd never noticed before. The subtle way she leaned her hips to the side as she stood, stretching the clothes just a little more in one direction than the other. The heat that gathered as a blush spread across her breasts as Cindy leaned close to examine something. It was all stimulating in the worst way.

Her girlfriend was getting turned on by somebody else, she should be furious not getting hot herself. She flickered her vision back to face the department head and noticed how heavy lidded her eyes were, how sultry her tone had become. What on earth were they talking about? She focused back on the conversation trying to play catch up.

"You know, I have had my eye on you for a while." Cindy mused, "You're quite the dedicated worker."

"Yes." Cindy said breathlessly, clearly eager to please. "I want to go all the way to the top."

"I've noticed, you're driven and dedicated. I admire that." Cindy said with a soft smile.

Her expression was soft but her eyes were hard, still boring straight into Cindy's own and once more Veronica felt her cock twitch.

"It must be hard, working so diligently. I hope you can feel free to be yourself with me...let off some steam."

"Oh..." Cindy licked her lips and Veronica felt all her skin go up a degree in temperature.

Cindy reached forward, hooking a long finger under Carla's chin in much the same way Carla herself did to Veronica most nights. She knew first hand the power of that gesture, it used to make her weak at the knees. Carla had always been so dominant, she'd never seen her girlfriend act so submissive and flustered. It was...sort of hot.

Normally it was Carla who could melt her with a touch or word. Seeing her big tough futa reduced to a quivering hot mess by somebody else was so sexy in a wayVeronica could not quite describe.

“You’re blushing.” Cindy teased, Carla laughed in a flustered manner.

“S-sorry, I’m just not used to people talking to me like that.” She replied, Veronica couldn't help but notice she didn't step away from her boss.

They were standing close enough that Veronica could feel Cindy’s body heat.

“Do you like it?” Cindy asked, leaning even closer, “Having somebody else take charge for once?”

“...Yes.”

Carla’s whole body quivered and Veronica was briefly overwhelmed with the wave of sensation that was having her entire form stimulated. The shiver momentarily distracted her until she felt something firm yet soft pressing against the front of her jacket; it took her an embarrassingly long moment to realise what it was; Cindy’s breasts. She was leaning forward, lips of Carla’s as they began making out right there in the office!

‘What are you doing?!’ Veronica cried.

It was one thing for your girlfriend to cheat on you but to do it right in front of her was even worse. Had she forgotten Veronica was here, watching and more importantly, feeling, everything?

‘Have you…has this happened before?!’ She cried. ‘Is this why you were so nervous?’

Carla and Cindy broke apart for a moment.

“I’ve never done this before.” Carla mumbled before diving back against Cindy, grabbing the other woman by the front of her dress.

“Just go with it.” She urged.

‘No!’ Veronica cried.

Just when she thought her humiliation couldn't get any more, this had to happen. Carla had barely even hesitated to return Cindy’s touch and soon their arms were snaking around one another. Veronica tried so very hard not to enjoy how lovely and stop Cindy’s hands were as they pressed her harder against Carla.
Did this count as a threesome if only two members knew the third was here? She felt so…naughty; Veronica had never been very kinky, Carla had often joked she was vanilla and up until now that had never bothered her. She could feel Carla’s heart pounding and she ached with jealousy and aerosol. She could feel everything happening between them both but was unable to participate at all, she was the ultimate passive participant and it was torture.
She felt a familiar warm bulge pressing into the front of Carla’s skirt. Cindy was a futa as well? Fuck; her panties were sandwiched between two cocks as they slowly got harder, rubbing together.
Everything about this situation was taboo, an affair, in the workplace and a secret third person who had been transformed into clothing. It was all so much; Veronica couldn't figure out how to feel; humiliated, aroused, excited, cautious, it all swirled around inside making her lightheaded. If one could call it that now since she lacked a head.
She watched the two women kiss from her cap and felt a thrum of arousal and stabbing jealousy; she wanted to be in Cindy’s place so much; she loved the taste of those lips.
Cindy’ hand made its way up Carla’s neck and buried itself in her hair. Her long fingernails scraped at the back of Veronica's cap and caused her to metaphorically jolt at just how sharp they were. They had been filed to points and lacquered hard with nail polish. If she still had a heart to beat it would be racing right now. If Cindy increased her grip even a tiny bit there was a real chance she could puncture the fabric and then Veronica would be stuck like this forever!
A new layer of humiliation was added to the pile as Veronica realised the risk made her feel even more turned on. She wondered if Carla was feeling the same, was that why she was moaning so loudly as Cindy backed her into the wall?
The two futa’s crushed against one another so that Veronica was trapped not just between two of them but the wall as well. Those dangerously sharp nails pinched her cap and flung it across the room. The situation was disorienting as her vision spun around and around only to settle on the floor. She felt herself split, still just as aware as those hands brushed against her skirt and collar but now she was in the unique position of being able to see everything from the outside as well.
She watched as Carla tilted her head back, yielding to Cindy’s touch in a way she never had for Veronica. Not that Veronica had ever tried to be so domineering; it just wasn’t in her nature. Perhaps it is something her girlfriend had been secretly craving though because now she was wet and rock hard, ready to go at both ends.
Cindy’s hands moved to Carla’s belt and Veronica watched as she deftly unbuckled and slid it off in one smooth movement. Immediately her skirt loosened and Veronica was ever grateful she was also the panties. At least those were still tight and form fitting; so much so that she was currently beginning to soak through with Carla’s juices.
It was more than just the feel of that slickness seeping into her, she could smell it, taste it even. She had only eaten Carla out a handful of times, preferring to let her cum inside her but now she was overwhelmed with the flavour that was unique to her girlfriend. Precum dribbled from her cock and soaked into the front of the panties as well giving her a wealth of sensations; scent, texture and flavour wise.
It was almost better than sex; not only was Carla inside her but she was filling her totally. Veronica was intimately aware of every swath of fabric that made her up now and which body parts they used to be; her pussy and asshole were currently against Carla as she got more and more horny and the pleasure emanating out of her was indescribably good. She felt owned and dominated in a way she never had before and were she able she would blush at just how humiliating it was to be so turned on by all this. Including the fact that her girlfriend was getting close to being fucked right in front of her.
Things between the two futas were getting hot and heavy; Cindy unbuttoned Carl’s jacket and Veronica felt part of her slide to the floor. Carla was reaching out to touch Cindy’s breasts, grabbing the huge mounds and massaging them between her fingers as Cindy growled. It was the hottest thing Veronica had ever seen, watching Carla slowly get undressed by this other, even more dominant futa.
She watched and a second later felt those nails once more as they slipped past the waistband of Carla’s skirt and into the panties themselves. Veronica wished she could moan; Cindy was gripping Carla’s dick and stroking hard, with each pump she stretched Veronica’s panties further and further. It was like a muscle being massaged except for the fact that it sent sparks of pure pleasure radiating out all through her clothing form.
She could feel Carla’s whole body start to tremble and she had to break out of the kiss in order to catch her breath as Cindy finally let go of her cock and moved southwards. Veronica felt herself peeled away from the wet hole that had been providing her with so much wonder and for a moment she was sad. A second later though Cindy’s finger pushed up inside her girlfriend and Veronica was rewarded with a shower of more juices as they dripped out with greater speed.

“So tight.” Cindy noted, “It’s been a while since anybody was inside you, hasn’t it?”

“M-my girlfriend doesn’t…d-doesn’t have a…a…oh God.”

“That’s what you want though, isn't it?” Cindy grinned, slipping a second finger inside, “You’re tired of doing the fucking aren’t you? You want to get pegged.”

“Yes!”

Carla’s face when she moaned that word was unlike anything Veronica had ever seen; the expression was so desperate and accompanied by yet another thick coating of juices that drowned out her senses. At least in her panty form, her hat form was still safe, halfway across the room allowing her to watch as Cindy vigorously fingered her girlfriend.
She watched as Carla gave a needy whine as those fingers withdrew only for the sound to turn into a moan as Cindy began to undress her; right there in the office. Those sharp nails scraped across Veronica’s stiff fabric, she would have shivered if she were able. Not just because the sensation felt like a lover's nails pressing down the curve of her back and spine but because of how dangerous this was.
As the two futa’s stumbled forward toward the desk, their heels came dangerously close to stepping right on her jacket. As Veronica flicked her vision to the article on the floor she looked up and could see up both women’s skirts. She could see Carla’s sopping wet panties and pulsing cock; Cindy’s as well, though her cock was far bigger, almost by a full inch.
They stumbled back, Cindy pushing Carla’s blouse off next, then tugging down her skirt. Each movement was jerky, violent and desperate; the futa’s clearly couldn't wait to get their hands on each other properly and every move strained Veronica. She could feel her stitches stretching, threatening to break from the violent treatment as she was yanked this way and that.
Every time another part of her hit the floor she breathed a metaphorical sigh of relief, another part of her was safe. And yet, she was starting to feel cold and forgotten. Without Carla’s body heat she felt empty and hollow and after so much stimulation she left as though she’d been left a second before orgasm with nothing she could do about it. She was right on the edge, unable to cum no matter how much they touched her and she couldn’t decide what was worse; the continued teasing or the deprivation.
Her bra form hugged Carla’s tits tight, feeling them shake with movement and the rapid beating of her heart. Each jiggle stretched her tight fabric in the most deliciously wonderful ways and Veronica immediately wondered what it would be like to have Carla wear her to the gym. Then she could feel that bounce in earnest as she ran on a treadmill.
Cindy’s hands snaked inside, taking Carla’s nipples between her fingers and squeezing, separating Veronica further from the warm skin. The sounds Carla made as her nipples were teased made it worth it though. She never knew her girlfriend was capable of sun wonton sounds. Humiliation once again washed over her like a wave; she was basically having her own inadequacies in the bedroom shown up right in front of her eyes.
Cindy’s hands teased for a few long moments before slipping out once more and moving to the back of her strap. Those sharp nails and deft fingers working their magic to undo the hooks without so much as a glance. How many women had this futa seduced to be so adept? Veronica didn't know whether to be horrifically jealous or impressed and a little seduced herself, she decided on all of the above as her bra form was flung through the air. Landing on the ground not far from the two horny futas; forgotten in an instant now that Cindy had unfettered access to Carla’s heavy tits.
All Veronica could do was watch as Cindy sucked and kissed at those huge breasts, pinning Carla to the desk with her hips. Veronica’s panties were the only part of her that remained on her girlfriends body; crushed between the two futas. She was soaked in juices and stretched to the limit, her front crushed between two cocks. It was unreal, unlike any pleasure she had ever experienced. She was torn between her lust and her humiliation that she had been reduced to such a state. Cindy’s hands were suddenly on her waistband.

‘No! Don’t take me off!’ she begged though she knew it was useless, Cindy couldn’t hear her and Carla clearly didn't care enough to pass the message on. She was too embroiled in her own desire.

To Veronica’s great surprise though she was not removed, only lowered as Cindy turned Carla around to bend her over the desk. In a way this was almost worse, now she was stretched out even thinner between Carla’s thighs as she spread them.
From her cap, Veronica watched as Carla presented her ass high in the air, legs spread as Cindy removed her own panties allowing her cock to tent the front of her short dress for a moment before she lifted the hem up above her waist. She didn’t want to watch but she couldn’t make herself look away.
Cindy pressed the tip of her length against Carla and the futa reacted as if a live wire had been pressed to her skin, jolting and shivering as she let out a low, desperate moan escaping her lips. A hungry grin split across Cindy’s face as she started to push in, forcing Veronica even further down Carla’s legs until she simply couldn't stretch anymore. Carla quivered as Cindy continued to push her way inside until finally, the futa’s balls came to rest right against Carla’s hole and subsequently Veronica.
Both Carla and Cindy’s balls were now brushing against her, slowly swaying and rubbing against her inner lightning as Cindy began to move. Carla pushed back against her but Cindy’s hands pinned her down, one of her shoulders the other on the small of her back and she began to pound in earnest.