She leans in to being the substitute receptionist

"My mom told me you were really uptight, Mrs. Kwon," Josh said. "But you don't have to be. You can be laid back and relaxed if you want to be. And you do want to be, don't you Mrs. Kwon?"

All the tension drained out of the HR specialist and her lips curled in a lazy grin.

"Yes," she agreed. "I want to be laid back. You can call me Angie, Josh. no need to be so forma!."

"You like to be casual in the workplace, don't you Angie?" Josh said, his multiphonic voice driving it into her brain. "You want work to be fun! And you want to be fun to work with!"

"I do!" she agreed, then giggled. "I really do!"

"You didn't mind sitting in for my Mom this morning, did you Angie?" he said.

"Of course not!" Angie exclaimed. "It was fun!"

"Well that's great news!" Josh said, and everyone in earshot agreed. "Because my mom might end up coming in late a lot, so it's great that you like being her substitute!"

"It's the greatest!" Angie agreed. "It's fun! I'm fun!"

"I bet I can help you be more fun, Angie," Josh said. "You'd like that!"

"I would!" she agreed. "How can I be more fun?"

"Well, first, you need to trust me," he said. " And second, you need to strip to the waist."

"Done and done," she said and pulled off her black blazer and went to work on the buttons of her white blouse.

Soon her slight bra was sitting on Ronnie's desk and her nipples were hardening in the air conditioning.

"Now those are some tiny titties," Josh observed. "But I know that if you try, you can grow them into big funbags! You want big funbags, right Angie?"

"Right!" she said. "Funbags are fun!"

"So try your hardest and grow those tiny titties into big, bouncy funbags!" he commanded.

"OKAY!" she exclaimed, then clenched her fists and screwed up her face.

After a few seconds, she started to tremble all over. It seemed to be taking more effort than it had with Jemma, perhaps because Angie was starting with less to work with. But then like a dam had broken, Angie's tiny tits suddenly busted out, inflating like birthday balloons!

"Fun!" Angie exclaimed in delighted triumph. "Fun, fun, funbags!"

Ronnie and Jemma squealed and applauded, knowing the impossible effort it took. Angie grinned in pride and continued to bust out all over now that she had the knack of it.

"That's enough now, Angie," Josh said, once each funbag was slightly bigger than her head. "Those are plenty fun."

"Funbags!" she exclaimed, throwing back her shoulders and thrust out her chest so they bounced about unnaturally.

Well, Josh had specified bouncy. They were definitely fun.

"You know what would go great with your massive funbags, Angie?" he asked?

"What?" she asked, eager to do anything to make it more fun.

"If you grew your hair down to your waist, thick and glossy," he said. "Do it!"

"On it!" she said, giving him a thumbs up, then screwing up her face in concentration and growing out her page boy at a rate of about a centimeter per second.

"I got a package for...woah! Excuse me!" Josh and his family turned to see the courier, Angie keeping all her concentration on growing her hair.

"This is all perfectly normal," Josh told the young man.

"Oh....Ok," he said, looking back at Angie and grinning. "Nice! Can someone else sign for this? She seems busy."

"I got it," Ronnie volunteered. "I'm the full time receptionist. Angie's just subbing for me."

"Cool," he said, letting Ronnie sign the electronic pad while he stole a glance at her tits, then handed her the large envelope.