/me made it to another sundown without having lifted a single finger of work! Pushing it alllll off onto the other employees while he lazed off. He had an iron-clad contract after all! What could they do~? In fact, today he decided to mess with the boss a bit! Waiting in her room, laying atop a hammock using one of her shirts as the base sheet! “Heya boss lady, TGIF huh?” He’d snicker once she came in. One slender, pale leg crossed over the other. Arms crossed behind his head, piercing purple eyes aglow even in the dimly lit bedroom. A light breeze from the window, giving a good hint about how he got in there. With his wings, even making it up to the second floor was a snap!

Despite being one of the smaller employees, at a mere 3 feet, with a slender build… He certainly was confident! But, would hiss boss find that confidence charming.. Or Frustrating~?



At the moment, his boss, a massive holstaur woman, was taking a shower, judging from the sound of running water from the nearby bathroom.... however, just as Oba approached her discarded clothing, the water turned off, and the creaking of the floorboards that heralded Ms. Gloria Hartford's approach sounded loudly in his ears. He had picked a very bad time to try this, it seemed - she was just about to come out of the shower!



/me ‘s face took on a blank, dopey stare as he heard those footsteps. “...Huh?” It seems he wasn’t the only one who left work early today… Scrambling, trying to swim out of her shirt as those footsteps got louder, and louder. “Nonono! I didn’t wanna go THIS far!” It wasn’t just shyness or surprise, this could totally void his contract on the grounds of sexual harassment… Even get him arrested! But still, he struggled to just upright himself atop her shirt. It sure was a funny idea to use her shirt as a hammock, but he didn’t provide much support or grip. His tiny boybutt slipping and fumbling all about trying to escape to the window…

Meanwhile, Gloria's footsteps were getting louder and louder as she drew closer; escaping wasn't an option anymore, he needed to hide!

/me made it off the shirt, but already heard she was so near! No way he’d make it to the window… Simply hurling himself into her shirt now, knocking it off the supports as he lay in a clump on the floor..



Gloria Hartford: He was just in time; no sooner had he buried himself in the massive garment than Ms. Hartford herself entered the bedroom, wearing nothing but the skin on her back.

She was utterly massive, more than three times Oba's height at a colossal 9'8", and she probably weighed more than the cows on the farm. Massive breasts larger than watermelons rested atop a colossal fat belly, which in turn lead to wide hips that bore a tremendous ass and legs thicker than stone columns. A broad, strong back and shoulders supported the holstaur's assets with ease, and her arms and legs were thick with muscle. Chocolate brown hair cascaded down over her shoulders to the small of her back, with two upwards-curving horns growing from just above her hairline; further announcing her bovine heritage was the thin brown-furred bovine tail growing at the base of her spine.

She looked fairly calm at the moment, relaxed from her shower, but a small smirk formed on her face as she glanced at the fallen shirt. But surely she didn't see him, though.... right?



/me gulped a mix of fear and saliva down his little throat as she grew closer. Observing her naked body, even filtered through the fabric of her shirt that dark skin and massive form was unmistakeable. Actually letting out an adorable little squeak as he catches that smirk in his direction. “Ah! D-did she see me? No… No, of course not. She wouldn’t be smirking!” He convinced himself, heartbeat settling back down. Quieting his breaths, though to her the gentle rise and fall of his back with each breath would make it obvious something alive was in her shirt. And that little demon tail peeking out from her collar would make it allllll too obvious who it was~



"Hmmmm, I could have sworn that I left this shirt on the bed." Gloria said, a playful lilt in her rich, smooth voice. ".....Ah, must have been the wind."

She slowly walked towards the fallen garment, her assets bouncing and jiggling with every step before she finally came to a stop in front of it.

"But I suppose that I should smooth it out first." She declared, then slowly lowered her massive body downwards until she was on her knees before planting both of her hands on top of the shirt and beginning to knead and flatten it.... and by extension, Oba.