Go to work, of course

Donna looked at the clock, realizing she was going to be late for work. Of course, she didn't really have to worry about working anymore if these new abilities were completely unlimited. She looked at herself in the mirror again.

"I need another 30 minutes," she said. She watched the clock on her nightstand magically roll back a half-hour, and instinctively grabbed the phone off her dresser drawer to see that the change was reflected there too. "Well, that was easy enough."

Now she decided to get dressed, looking at all the hovering clothes she'd summoned. She decided on a pair of sexy, glossy knee boots, and looked around for a showy outfit to match them. After all, with her youthful body back, she had no reason not to flaunt it to everybody at the office.

Not to mention that she couldn't wait to see the look on Anna's face when she showed up.

Donna ran her fingers over a hovering leather miniskirt she hadn't worn in years. That would do. She decided to pair it up with a red satin blouse that would accentuate her new assets.

She glanced at her underwear drawer, which opened by itself. Matching sets of bras and panties danced out, and she couldn't decide between something Lacey or something soft and silky. Then she realized that modesty was no longer a factor — her pleasure was the only thing that mattered.

"Now that I think about it, I won't need you girls today…" Donna waved them off, and they obediently went back into the respective drawers. "Now let's get dressed," Donna said, focusing on the articles she intended to wear. Everything but the boots, miniskirt, and shiny blouse shuffled back into her closet and her drawers. The blouse unbuttoned by itself and Donna held her arms behind her to let the silky sleeves slide up to her shoulders. As the blouse began buttoning over her massive tits, Donna watched as the miniskirt shimmied down close to the floor so that she could step into it.

In another exploration of her powers Donna lifted one leg off the ground, and then the other. Now she was seated on nothing but a cushion of air, hovering there and waiting for the skirt to slide up her legs.

"Even gravity is no match for me," Donna said. The skirt slid up her body, zipping itself up and buttoning. Don is boots unzipped themselves stood under her waiting for her beautiful feet. Donna slowly stepped back toward the earth, sliding her feet into the boots and allowing them to zip themselves.

She got a look at herself in the mirror, furthering her brow a bit as she eyed her backside.

"I think we could do for a little bit more in the booty department," she said, slapping her leather-covered ass and snapping her fingers. She smiled a little as the feeling hit her, watching her ass swell in the mirror. She felt the skirt tightening around her augmented flesh until she mentally commanded it to stop. "Much better," Donna giggled, slapping her massive, tightened ass. She hovered over to the full-length mirror on her bedroom door and did another turn in the air.

She had no idea how the office was going to react to such a dramatic makeover, but she couldn't wait to see.

Donna hadn't needed to put her makeup on or do her hair...she simply looked fabulous as a result of all her magical modifications. As she approached her car she realized she didn't actually need the 30 minutes she had willed herself.

Tempting as it was to sit in the backseat and have her empty car chauffeur her to work, she didn't to attract any undue attention just yet. More than that, though, she wanted to try another trick.

"I should just appear in my office," said Donna. The world seemed to spin around her, and suddenly she was behind her desk, sitting in her chair. Donna clasped her hands together, silently celebrating. Not only did her attempt at instant teleportation work, but it put her at her desk 20 minutes early.

She'd been overwhelmed by a set of complicated reports her pushy boss, Anna, had asked her to do an unreasonable amount of time.

Well, now that wasn't going to be a problem. Donna waved her fingers at her computer, and the screen lit up. Programs opened, and the keys began pressing themselves. Donna grinned, watching as pivot tables and spreadsheets filled themselves with data. Anna had asked for the reports by midweek, and suddenly Donna was going to have them finished before Monday even started.

"Be a dear and tidy up the filing while I go get some coffee," Donna said to no one in particular. Her chair pulled itself away from her desk, and Donna levitated right out of it — still in a seated position. She hovered across her office as papers shuffled around her inbox and her messy 'to-be-filed' folder. She placed her feet on the ground before willing her office door open on its own, beaming confidence as she walked out into the corridor.

Being a junior manager, Donna occupied a small office. Now, she was among the rows of cubicles that made up her reports' desks as well as employees from several other departments.

She passed a couple of people on the way that she barely knew, but both of them gave her a second, and then a third look — as if they recognized her, but couldn't place exactly what had changed about her.

As she approached the coffee pot in a break area on the other side of the corridor, a more familiar face turned to look at her.

"I'm just about to make a fresh pot, if you want to wait —" The woman stopped mid-sentence, clearly stunned. "Donna? That can't really be you."

"Do you like my makeover, Aubrey?" Donna grinned at her friend. "Can you believe this?" Donna motioned to her face. "Can you believe these?" Donna unceremoniously held up her giant tits.

Aubrey shook her head, putting a hand up to her mouth and stifling a nervous giggle.

"I actually can't believe them… or you, or…" Still holding the coffee carafe, Aubrey took a good look at Donna, pacing an arc as if to look at her from a few different angles. "Donna, seriously — how on earth did you pull a look like that off?" Aubrey stared at her tits. "… and are you not wearing a bra?"

"Au naturale…" Donna said, shrugging. "Pretty nice though, huh?"

"Unbelievable," Aubrey said, taking one more long look before going back to making the coffee. "Are you gonna let a girl in on your secret, or what?"

"I have plenty of secrets to share this morning," Donna said, "but if you wait for our meeting with Anna, I'd rather demonstrate then instead of spoiling the surprise."

"You're going to make me wait till then?" Aubrey asked.

"Maybe I can show you a little something," Donna said. "But only if you're sure you wouldn't rather wait until the meeting." Donna grinned. "It might really be worth it…"