KG’s voice, accompanied by the slamming of the front door and his heavy footfalls, announced his return home.
At this audio cue, the PC set up in the corner of the flat’s living room started up and, as he entered, the familiar green glow was already issuing forth from his big PC monitor, bathing the room in soft emerald light.
The python’s post-work behaviour had been easy for Nicole to analyse in the month that she had been with him: if the day at work had been easy or pleasant, KG would seek her out and practically bounce into her embrace, enthusiastically French-kissing her and kneading her buttocks with his hands like he hadn’t seen her for a week.
However, today was clearly going to be another example of the exact opposite: KG traipsed into the room, flinging his satchel into the corner of the room with his hair hanging dejectedly over his eyes and face.
“Welcome back,” Nicole said pleasantly, the green light brightening with her every word. “How did your day at work go?”
For an answer, KG merely gave an aggravated sigh, removing his shoes and his jacket. He flung them on the floor, which Nicole noted as another sign of his displeasure - usually, KG was very particular with where he placed his belongings.
“Fuckin’ boss being a prick,” the python groused, tugging at his tie and white shirt. “Giving me the office’s monthly statistics t’do at home over the weekend - like I’ve not got enough on ma plate at work already!”
As if in response, the green glow intensified from the PC screen, Nicole’s black hands reached through it from within - first hands, then forearms, then elbows, before Nicole’s head came through.
She smiled then paused, as if stuck by something. KG moved to help, then realized that what was halting her progress was her enormous breasts. From where he stood, he could watch in fascination as those flesh orbs seemed to slowly squeeze and ooze out around the limitations of the screen, like someone trying to stuff a large wad of dough through a far too small opening.
After several seconds, the left one popped free, sans clothing, then the other. Nicole simply 'hmphed', bolstering herself on the edges of the screen and pulling, her hips now caught in the small monitor's opening. "A bit of help would be appreciated," She said, grinning at KG as he stood slack jawed, staring at the Lynx, half out of her computer monitor, her boobs crushing the keyboard beneath them.
KG picked up his jaw from the floor - clearly, he still hadn't gotten over the erection-inspiring sight of Nicole's specialty entrance, despite having seen it for over a month.
But even with the sexual scene before him, he still hadn't forgotten his work-based predicament.
"Aye, aye, hold on~" he said, moving forward to help.
He held his hands, and Nicole took them in her own, using them to pull herself forwards and out of the PC screen.
The entire screen was filled with brown flesh as her wide hips and fat asscheeks attempted to burst through, creating an incredible muffin-top effect akin to watching a chocolate cake rise out of its tin in the oven.
Frankly, the cartoonish sound effect of a stretching balloon wouldn't have gone amiss.
Really, it was all a sham: Nicole could - and indeed had, in the past - fit her heavenly body through the monitor with complete ease.
It was just sexier this way.
All at once, all 5 feet and 9 inches of Nicole popped through the screen like a cork from a bottleneck. Her giant chocolate pillows crashed into KG’s face, bending the python right backwards and leaving the two of them standing curved over in some kind of lewd dancing pose.
Five seconds passed.
“Um,” KG broke the silence awkwardly, feeling his spine starting to protest from its positioning. “Can I get up?”
“Of course,” said Nicole, righting herself - a complete denial of gravity, given how immense her breasts were - and bringing up KG to a standing position. “I take it that they gave you some sort of device to take the work home on?”
“Aye,” the python sighed, smoothing out his shirt and reaching into the right-hand pocket of his black trousers, pulling out a little black flash drive.
“May I see?” Nicole held out a hand, and KG placed the USB stick into her hand.
The lynx turned towards the PC, plugged the stick into one of the empty ports, then stood with one hand outstretched towards the screen she had just come through.
The black glove of her arm began to glow green, and instantly the computer sprang to life.
KG gasped. It was the kind of thing you’d see in an unrealistic hacker movie - the Excel spreadsheets pulled themselves up onto the screen like he was being remote-desked, each one appearing with lightning speed.
No sooner had they come up, than the numbers and statistics in each started to absolutely fly across their respective sheets, the formula bar entering and then executing formulas within milliseconds of each other.
Fonts were finalised, numbers were orderly and precise, neat graphs were created, and, in ten seconds, the spreadsheets were finished.
“There,” Nicole said smoothly. “I think that will suffice.”
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