Boss -- Dommy Mommy -- Attitude

Richard had considered his boss, just how nervous and embarrassed she had been when his coworker had confronted her, latching herself on to her breasts. He had almost felt bad and thought that his boss could do with a confidence boost of some kind. Although as he had leveled the spell his one thought had been on what would stop her from falling back into her old abusive habits.

The worried worker sat down at his desk on that day and pondered about what changes he would see. He kept his eyes wide opened for things which he could note as being different in any way shape or form from yesterday, only for the change to stare him straight in the face before very long at all.

"What seems to worry you dear?" Came a question from right behind Richard, as he turned his head he saw that it was the woman which he had been trying to transform. Her breasts were still massive and her feet still shoved into stilettos that made just standing into a vicarious exercise for her, but above all this; on her face sat a beaming and knowing smile.

"Well, you know, just these spreadsheets you know," Richard lied, trying to make his movements about work, when in reality it was his search for the very woman that had confronted him which had made him turn his head so frequently. Now that she was in front of him though, he could definitely note that just her aura was a noticeable change from yesterday.

"That simply can't do, I can't have my employees worry about them being able to fulfill their duties," the boss stated before beckoning to Richard to follow, "come with me to my office, I think that I need to assert a few things."

The two of them came to the office before long where the boss sat down with a confident smile and ordered Richard to come closer, to behind her desk, as she only had the one chair behind it.

"Sit in my lap dear, I need to make a few things clear," The boss demanded in a kind tone, to which Richard obliged without much fuss at all. He was larger than her, so the scene might have looked slightly bizarre, but no matter that, the boss still managed to hold the situation under her control.

In one swift move, Richard had been pushed into a position where his head was underneath his employers massive milkers. Little had he gotten used to the position before the woman freed one of her titanic tits and pressed a nipple to Richard's face.

"Drink! Drink! We can't have you getting tired or hungry during your workday can we?!" Demanded the lactating lady. Richard took the nipple in his mouth and suckled gently, the scene was one which followed him all throughout that day, especially the memory of the warm and delicious milk that had filled his mouth.

The memory was still with Richard as he sat in front of the relic that evening and pondered whether to deepen the situation or lessen it, his mind was racing with the different ideas in his mind.