Kieran sat at his desk and stared at the clock ticking down, seemingly slower than ever. His office job was poorly paid and he was overworking himself for that sweet overtime bonus. His manager was a hardass, who was never happy with any piece of work. It was 6 o'clock at this point - way past the mandatory 5 o'clock cut off for most offices. The entire floor of the, usually packed, office was desolate. Everybody had gone home, including the manager. It was just Kieran and the janitor. He had seen him a couple times- a bigger lad, very friendly. He was usually chatty, but when he had seen him today, he was dismissive… almost grumpy.
Once he'd sent that final email, Kieran logged off and stood up. He had to drop the keys off with the janitor, his manager had told him to. He grabbed his bag, the keys and the rest of his half-eaten sandwich. As he made his way to the doorway, the janitor appeared- as if he'd known he was approaching. "Gah- you scared me!" Kieran yelped, almost dropping his sandwich. The janitor just laughed- he seemed to be back to his usual self. "Gahahaha! Sorry, Kieran- didn't mean to startle ya!" He smacked Kieran on the back, wiping his hand on his clothes afterwards, groaning slightly. "Er, well… here's those keys." Kieran smiled, handing the larger man the set of keys. "Thanks, Kieran. Oh- while I have you here, could you quickly re-stock the printer with paper? Would save me a job!" He smiled toothily, his bad breath permeating the air around the two. Kieran ignored this, nodding. "Sure- whatever helps out." Once his back was turned, he gags slightly at the terrible breath.
The janitor makes his way to the main elevator, locking it down using the keys. He laughs to himself, groaning. This skin was too tight… and he was hungry. FRRRPPPP! A loud fart echoes out of his backside, which he fans behind him. "Whoof…at least it gives me these though…" He giggles, going towards where the printer is located to find Kieran.
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Kieran sighed, putting some new paper into the printer. He closes the lid, and makes his way towards the elevator - narrowly avoiding running into the janitor. Once there, he presses the button to call the elevator. Nothing happens. He presses it again. Nothing still. "Okay… better go find the stairs."
Once at the stairwell, he sees the janitor. He waves. "Hey, uh, the elevator is broken…" He begins, but the janitor nods. "I know, don't worry, it's on my list. I have to say, though, I am really hungry… and that's at the top of my list right now." He smiles deviously. "Ah, I have… this half-eaten sandwich, but, that's all." Kieran offers, though he's not sure why that's so important at the moment… PHHHBBBBTTTT! FRRRRPPPPPT! FRRPPPRRRRT! "Oooh, damn…" The janitor laughs at his gassy emissions, sniffing them erotically. Kieran looks at him, puzzled. "Ah, sorry, I… I should be going now…" He attempts to get past, but the janitor stops him and shoves him back with inhuman power. His stomach gurgles. "Mmmph… so hungry, Kieran… you'll do nicely." While reaching up for his forehead, his ass released more greasy farts, his whole body reacting to the thrill of a hunt. Kieran just shook his head, pinched himself- all as he watched the janitor begin to unmask himself. As the zip was at the end of its tether, the creature began to pull the skin over its own head- the squelching and squirming was horrifying- for him, at least… But for the Slitheen it was pure ecstasy. His body, laden with sweat, began to push out of the suit- first his head, then his beautiful body… "Mmphhh!" He moaned, laughing at the fear he could smell on the human in front of him. His ass echoed his excitement with more loud farts. PHHHHBBBBBTTTT! PHRRRTTTT! "Oooooh!" He pulled the skin down his shapely rear, down his legs, moaning. "I am Slitheen!" He watched as the silly human began to run back into the office, kicking the skin off of his feet. "Mmm… I love the smell of the adrenaline."
Kieran just ran- he wasn't sure where he was going- away from that thing, he hoped. "Oh, God, oh God…" He whimpered, hiding under a desk. "Kiiieeeran…!" The creature called. "No need to hide, I can smell you… your blood boiling, your sweat… your fear… smells delightful." Kieran tried holding his breath, thinking that was the problem. He could hear the… the Slitheen's footsteps coming closer- they sounded wet, squelchy… What really scared him, though, was the gurgling getting closer… he really was going to be dinner for that thing, wasn't he…
In his contemplation, he hadn't noticed the creature coming into the cubicle. "Peeka-boo!" He laughed, slicing into Kieran's shoulder and dragging him out. "Time to feast!" Kieran screams, and the Slitheen just relishes in it.