Go to work and try to throw your weight around

(Author's note: this story branch was co-authored by Sylvia Sniper.)

Realizing that you've been distracted from going to work by this sudden growth, you get a bit of a devious smirk.

Sophie: "Let's see Stacy try yelling at me when her head barely reaches my chest!"

You make your way outside, hitting your head on a couple of doorframes, and squeeze your way into your car.

Sophie: "God damn it, the roof really should have been made higher on this thing!"

After adjusting the seat as far back as it goes, you drive to the office building without too much issue, at a leisurely pace. You're sure that your new size is enough to intimidate Stacy into accepting your tardiness. Once there, you take your time to stretch and recover from the cramped car, and then stroll into the building like you run the place. You even start remembering to duck after the first couple doorframes.

Your coworkers are wide-eyed at the sight of this nearly seven-foot tall behemoth with tits the size of basketballs stretching her top to nearly bursting from the seams. As you reach your floor, Stacy is predictably there waiting to give you a verbal throwdown.

Stacy: "Well, well, look who decided to show-.. oh my fucking skewered and basted Christmas KFC, what the hell happened to you, Sophie?... "

Stacy looks at you with terror, awe and a yet-not-acknowledged arousal. You hold back a chuckle listening to how Stacy changes her tone when she sees your new height.

Sophie: "Well, I can't say for sure, but it's definitely something extraordinary...something that would cause anyone to be late for work while they spent the morning trying to understand it, right?"

You lean down toward Stacy with a stern expression, wanting to take advantage of Stacy's slight terror as much as you can. Stacy stumbles backwards a little and drops her pencil.

Stacy: "Right! I get it, I can play ball. I'll just go to my office and change your logs, and not a word to my superiors about this, alright?"

You stand up straight again and smile.

Sophie: "Awesome! Glad we got that sorted out. I'll just be over here getting started on my work."

You make your way over to your desk and sit down, making a bit of a show of trying to get comfortable in your chair. "Ugh, this thing feels like it's going to break any minute! What do I have to do to get a chair that supports my apparently growing body better?"