Honestly just stop hiring Hellhounds if you don't want your business to explode

The purple haired secretary glowered over her sunglasses at the new intern. She can't believe they accepted a Hellhound, of all creatures, as an unpaid intern. She's only been here a day and the whole office already smells like unwashed beast. She wrinkles her nose and just barely keeps her dragon tail from smacking a hole in the floor out of annoyance as the hound bounces over to her desk, putting down a steaming cup of coffee. "Here ya go, Miss Olivia!" her tail wags behind her, sending sparks of flame everywhere.

Olivia, dragon secretary at Porn Inc™️ does her best to keep a polite smile on her face as she sips at the coffee. It DOES taste good, at least... she sends the hound away with a wave, watching the chaos colored flame and order colored fur vanish around a corner. She thinks nothing of it as over the day more and more of her coworkers are too busy fucking, or adjusting ill-fitting tops and bottoms to actually get any work done, nor thinks anything of it as her coffee cup is filled by newer and dumber looking interns.

She DOES notice something strange when she sees the Hellhound carrying boxes into the supervisor's office, so she gets up from her hard work of tagging new videos for upload to go find out what's going on here. It's just as she fears. Somehow a dumb beast is running the show. "The hell did you do? Vore the old boss out of existence?" she growls, crossing arms under her milk dripping breasts. Milk dripping...? Huh? The Hellhound smiles, and snaps her fingers. Olivia can suddenly see a word floating in the air made of flame. "Unaware."

That word vanishes out of existence and Olivia finally notices that her tits have long since burst out of her professional top and leaked milk all over the rest of it. Remembers them growing with every cup of coffee. No wonder data entry was so hard today. "I was gonna! But he decided to let me run the place for a bit while he was on vacation instead. So I turned the whole building into a camshow!" The Hellhound gestures towards cameras installed in every corner of every room. "Viewers can pay to have tags applied to workers!" "And now that your Unaware tag ran out of time, we're gonna vote for some new ones~! Being aware of changes is more fun anyway, don't you think?"

The cow-dragon doesn't even have time to react before more words of flame start to spin into existence in front of her eyes. IQ Loss. Twerking. Breeding. Olivia just sighs. "Well... this will be productive, at least." They're the last words she'll speak of her own unaltered mind with the Hellhound in charge, as she drops down to start clapping her cheeks at her new boss.

"Fuck me stupid and pregnant! Please! I need it!" she cries, and she DOES. Her entire world is consumed by a desire to be a brainless baby factory, as her milk soaked skirt starts to tear apart under her widening hips and ass that grows multiple inches with every clap. The Hellhound just grins, watching and stroking her bulge. A word forms in front of her too. Expansion. The poor excuse for professional clothing explodes off the Hellhound with enough force to shatter the window behind her as tits, ass, cock and balls nearly touch the floor.

She barks out a laugh and with just the weight of her cock shoves Olivia down to the floor, face-down and still clapping ass up. The sound of clapping flesh is rapidly replaced with a shriek of incoherent bliss as she's stuffed to capacity with hound cock. The words still float in Olivia's vision even as they get harder and harder to read with every thrust, tongue lolled out of her mouth and drooling on the carpet as little bursts of flame escape her mouth with every moan. When her womb is finally stuffed with cum she nearly burns the entire building down, if not for her breeding stud Hellhound grabbing her tits and putting it out with milk.

The Hellhound contently starts to make tally marks of just how many pups are filling Olivia's womb. Somewhere in the tropics, her old boss watches on a tablet. He cracks his knuckles and loads up a roulette wheel of new kinks. Honestly, best decision he's ever made. He can write this off as a business expense at the end of the year AND his profits are skyrocketing. He just has to get back before the Hellhound gets bored.