Fast-forward to the next morning; Cora explores her new life!

Cora set about to begin her day by exploring how much the world had changed. In addition to turning part of the bank’s headquarters into her own personal loft, everything was sized for her. The shower, the soaps, and the towels were all custom-designed for a 7’1” giantess with breasts the size of her head, an ass the size of a couch cushion and muscles worthy of a fitness model.

For the morning, Cora decided to stay nude under the assumption nobody would bother her. She sat at her computer located on the first floor. The keyboard was the only appliance not sized for her fingers, forcing her to resort to hunting-and-pecking one key at a time.

First, Cora discovered that she was no longer VP but in fact the sole owner and proprietor of the bank. Second, she found that the ‘no more taxes’ portion of her wish had increased just as the rest of her had. The universe, apparently, interpreted the improvement of not paying taxes as the IRS paying her an exorbitant amount of money over time. Her immense fortune allowed her to purchase and rename the bank to ‘CoraBank.’

“It has a nice ring to it,” Cora said to herself. The last thing she checked on was Vanessa, assuming she would have gone up the corporate ladder as well. Instead, she found that Vanessa was still in her prior role of floor manager. Such a tangled mess of corporate hierarchy sat above her girlfriend that she made an executive decision. Vanessa went directly to President of Marketing with the press of a few buttons.

She then strode into the massive closet and changed into a pair of business slacks, a black blazer, a white blouse and black flats. Her ample curves were still plainly visible packed into this outfit, but it was better than venturing out in public naked. Once changed, she came out to find her phone was buzzing indicating she was receiving a call.