Knock knock! It's Vanessa!

Once inside the office, Cora shut her blinds, locked her door and placed her phone on 'do not disturb.' Cora began to unbutton her blouse to examine all of the changes. As she did, she heard a knock at the door. Personal fascination and arousal clashed with professional responsibility. A minute later, she was dressed and unlocking the door. To her excitement it was none other than Vanessa on the other side.

"Hey boss," Vanessa said to Cora's dismay, "just checking in to make sure you're okay, I was talking to—"

Vanessa suddenly stopped mid-sentence. It was clear to Cora that the raven-haired woman was making direct eye-contact with her newly-enlarged bust. Cora commanded every last bit of her willpower not to smile or laugh. As Vanessa's shocked face looked back at Cora she realized the VP's head wasn't as far down as she used to be.

A moment later Vanessa had collected herself as though she'd figured something out. She turned and shut the door, shimmying her chest and swaying her hips as she did so.