Boss -- Hucow -- Mammories

Richard had resumed the contemplating of the day, before he had stood before the relic that evening. That had probably informed what he ultimately decided to do. His thinking was something which wished to slightly redo what he had done previously, but also add something more. In the end, he had decided on mammories being the best description of the aspect he wanted change. The change not only concerned with the shape and rigidity of the fake breasts that had previously adorned the boss' chest, but also adding a feature which would be more fitting of that archetype that Richard had been imagining on that previous day.

The clicks from the tall stiletto heels which Richard heard behind him was slower than the day before, a clear sign that someone's balance had been rendered even more difficult to maintain than before. He turned to see the exact doings of his spell from yesterday and what he saw did not disappoint.

A quite embarrassed person of authority stood still as Richard looked in her direction. The boss' eyes weren't aimed in the direction of the observing man at his desk, but at the woman who had matched her footwear. The two women were exchanging words with each other, one with an unquestioning smile of attempted consolation and one with an uncertain smile of being consoled.

The tits that were attached to the authority wielder had gone from the giant size they had been yesterday and grown into a size better described as titanic, it was as if her torso had tripled in width overnight. Her poor shirt was in an even worse state when it came to keeping her new funbags at bay and she hadn't even bothered buttoning it across her chest region.

Two people could probably have, simultaneously, pushed their heads through the opening left in the front of the shirt without issue. The reduction in strain on the fabric as a result of this shoddy dressing was well needed by the look of it, as the creases in the white fabric told of great tension of its threads even in this state.

The absolutely titanic tits were pressed together, showing an ample cleavage right across the shirt where it hadn't been buttoned, the shape that was held hinted at another difference from before; the boobs had become soft and malleable, reactive to the forces and pressures acting upon them. No longer were the mammalian protruberances synthetic, but completely natural.

Suddenly, as the two women Richard were observing continuously conversed, two wet patches appeared on the office friendly fabric that stretched vicariously over the boss' boobies. She had started to produce milk, something which Richard had hoped for and, by the looks of how she was trying to escape the cubicle filled room, the boss wanted to avoid above all.