Small changes

...so why not start with Moira herself?

It has been a few days since Bob claimed “his” intellect. Before parting ways with his new associate, Bob gave Moira a few pointers of what she was meant to do for him.

His first instruction showed its effects soon after as he was called in for a few interviews and briefings after being selected as Moira’s new lab assistant. Sure, claiming Talon with his signature could be easy as that but it would also put him in a spotlight as a head of what is usually called a terrorist organisation.

Fitted with his new uniform, more fit for the lab duties he strolled through the halls leisurely as he was heading out to meet his pretend superior. His new keycard opened the doors he had to be buzzed in through before.

Bob entered Moira’s lab, the woman herself chatted with a scientist but even from the door Bob could see the second set of instructions he gave Moira taking shape.

Sure, when he claimed her he ordered her to undress for him so he could see what was underneath the lab coat. He enjoyed her pale, slightly freckled skin and the fact that the rug matches the curtains. Her skinny statue was a bit much, Moira herself admitted that as she didn't feel the need for male attention. Still, Bob enjoyed the original form of Moira and didn't think she needed a lot of adjustment, after all he did enjoy fucking the body in the original form, as brief it may have been that day due to time constraints.

But now he could see the first and most noticeable change, Moira’s hair grew longer amazingly fast since their last meeting, no doubts thanks to her scientific expertise. Sure, her short cut was also cute, but he was curious if the long hair would work for her.

Second, but less noticable change was Moira’s chest, it strained a bit more against her shirt now, making Bob wonder if there was a bra underneath as her previous physique rarely warranted one and even so, it was highly unlikely they would fit her anymore. It was clear to Bob that they were not done growing yet. He wanted a set of petite handfuls after all.

Moira exchanged pleasantries with the other scientist, only sparing Bob a glance and “You are finally here” with a dismissive tone before turning to the other scientist who was preparing to leave and gave bob a sympathetic smirk, knowing all too well how Moira’s other assistants ended up, clearly pitying what she may have in store for the man. Bob just smiled and nodded in response as they passed each other with the scientist who was now leaving the lab.

As the doors hissed and beeped, sounding that they have been securely locked, Moira sighed with some relief.

“Bloody finally” she said while letting her hair loose and slipping off her lab coat and tossing it aside.

This revealed the final set of changes, her lower torso and legs also strained against her clothes a little, clearly showing more fit and muscled definition, mostly noticeable around her backside that presented a result of what should be hundreds of squats daily for months.