Reality starts to catch up

Cora took a step back and began to sit upon her desk, which to an average person was enough to both sit and lie down on. The weight of her expanded form caused the wood to creak but only briefly. Suddenly, the entire room began to shake, causing the pair to cease their embrace. Vanessa felt herself pushed further into Cora's cleavage as the giantess moved to guard her with both arms. Warmth washed over her body anew and she embraced as much of Cora's supple, jiggling flesh as her arms could handle.

The shaking and quaking continued unabated. Vanessa heard the sound of grinding metal, splintering wood and shattering glass. To her ears it was as if the building was falling apart. This was no mean feat, considering it was a forty-story building and Cora's office was on the thirty-fifth. In an instant, as quickly as the quake had begun it ended, and Vanessa noted they had not fallen hundreds of feet to their deaths.

Vanessa felt herself lifted again and placed on the ground. A gasp escaped both her and Cora's lips simultaneously. Just moments ago the room they had occupied could scarcely have accommodated the seven-foot tall executive. Yet, the office in which they now stood was more akin to some kind of luxury loft. If Vanessa didn't know any better she'd say the next highest floor had been repurposed with the sole intention of better handling Cora's massive needs.

Gone were the clothes Cora had grown out of, replaced by some kind of massive walk-in closet that was clearly filled with custom clothing. A wave of confusion washed over Vanessa, freeing her from the lustful spell Cora had cast. She began to try to understand the situation.