Boss -- Bimbo -- Boobs

Richard contemplated that morning, he contemplated still as he made his way to his little cubicle. What his mind's workings concerned was his choice in spell cast at the authoritarian woman. He knew it worked and he kept wondering, even as he sat down at his desk that morning, why had he chosen to transform his boss' boobs?

There was the easy answer to that, which was that breasts were simply an attractive part of the body, but there was another possibility which climbed into Richard's philosofying brain. A big breasted authority figure did bear a passing resemblance to a different archetype, at least in Richard's mind. Once he saw his boss though, those thoughts of her as anything other than a bimbo boss hybrid became relegated to the back of his mind.

The figure which came to patrol the office had a certain thankfulness for the attempt at solidarity which Richard's coworker had attempted by choosing to wear high heels of her own, but those couldn't even begin to compare to the hindrances to balance which were the boss' shoes. The reason for her specific footwear being the source of further anguish was in large part due to her new center of mass.

Sitting underneath a rather tired expression, plastered in the face of the woman in charge, were two orbs which threatened to tear her business friendly shirt apart in the front. Something which surprised Richard, yet was actually quite natural once he thought about it for a bit, were the constantly erect nipples which formed visible protrusions on the thin white fabric she wore. Apparently, the boss didn't own any bras able to contain her expanded assets, as using one of her old ones would be like putting watermelons into egg cartons.

Richard didn't sit at his desk the entire day. His work did come to an end even this day, it felt faster in his mind as he had been privy to observing something which was quite amusing to him. The thoughts surrounding the situation still spinning in his head as he made his way down to the gym.

"No bra, but such a pair of melons so well formed. Have I given her implants perhaps?" Were some of Richard's thoughts as he started to pump the weights available to him. Even though it was strenuous to keep active, it was something which Richard quite enjoyed. It was something which kept his thoughts away from his regular habits.

"How low are those weights?" Came a mocking voice from just two steps away from Richard's form. His thoughts of spells and powers became interrupted as he recognized the originator. It was that tomboy that always tried to mock his weakness when he began to find exercisial bliss. This time however, he found ignoring her to be easier than usual. Thoughts on the relic and its potential easily distracting him from the outside world.