Who’s the Boss?

“Now Jake,” Celes chided while continuing her frantic disrobing.

Jake couldn’t help but notice the feverish look in her eyes as they remained locked on the shapeless, almost liquid fabric clutched in the woman’s trembling hands.

“Please don’t get the wrong idea about our relationship,” your honey blonde coifed supervisor continued. Celes possessively clutched the fabric to her chest, sending a visible shiver the length of her slender body. With her formerly drab office wear now discarded and carelessly tossed about the modest personal office, she lovingly placed the shimmering bundle of cloth on the modern glass desk previously reserved for long hours of staring at production charts and emails.

Watching her movements closely, Jake could see the rough texture of the middle aged divorcee’s hand which had been holding the miracle cloth soften as if injected with a gallon of Botox with instant affect. Her always practical groomed finger length nails grew a full inch before his eyes; the transparent un-painted fleshy pink darkening to a blood lacquered red as she reached to separate an identical pair of intricately laced smoke coloured nylons from the shimmering pile.

Words failing at the fantastic spectacle before him, Jake could only nod enthusiastically in response.

Jake continued to survey the curvaceous topography of his boss’ naked body with the attention of a cartographer as she seated her gloriously naked bum on the black leather seat he himself had occupied while she lectured her disapproval many, many times.

While the mid-level manager’s padded frame showed subtle signs of the inevitable march of time, Jake knew Celes maintained a religious exercise habit to help combat the effects. Jake had often seen Celes among a group of women heading to the gym, giving him a much greater appreciation of the MILF’s physique clad in second-skin yoga pants rather than the seemingly endless supply of uninspiring office wear he was used to. Though, Jake was rather impressed by her skillful ability to conceal those over-ripe melons and fuckable ass beneath the previously unflattering clothing she preferred.

“As you can imagine, it is not my practice to accept ‘offerings’ from employees,” her lips purse around the word as if contemplating its potential damage to her career. “Especially those employees with whom I manage.” The lovely blonde continued, sliding the laced stockings up each toned leg to rest inches from a tragically neglected muff.

Jake just stood in stunned silence as Celes’ manicured nails slowly worked the reality-bending fabric to rest at the creamy expansive flesh of mid-thigh. He watched in awe as the unsightly evidence of twin college-age daughters vanished; the muscle, tendons, and skin firming to sculpted perfection beneath the ascending leg-wear.

“As LOVELY as this gift may be,” she somewhat groaned, separating a pair of high cut red lace panties from the swath of glowing fabric. Her smallish nips capping jiggling C’s stood at instant attention, quivering as the satin lined lingerie rose along each supple leg to slightly below exposed bush.

“It could potentially be, misinterpreted,” she suddenly paused for a moment, pursing her pillowy lips as if lost in thought; further evidence of the fabric’s continuing effort to re-shape her reality.

Jake’s attention was suddenly drawn to the audible ‘snap’ of elastic indicating the ruby red garment was now in place. The shiny panty material first seemed to flatten, then develop a darkening shade as pubic hair magically evaporated before rapidly moistening folds.

Celes blinked momentarily expressionless eyes, her lovely lashes seemed to extend further with the flutter of each smoke painted lid. Jake took notice of the polite frown that creased the now-youthful woman’s chiseled eyebrows; her concious self recognizing something seemed, ....off, but unable to suppress the primal urges ebbing from within. She took a moment to shake her head as if to collect her thoughts, golden locks growing at least an inch with each swivel.

“......it’s just..... such an exquisite gift” Celes whispered beneath husky breath. She lovingly massaged the shiny red fabric over dampening mons before greedily reached towards the enchanted fabric to extract a pair of black lace garters and matching belt.

“Um....” again a look of confusion on her now-youthful face. “Sir.....?” she asked tentatively, as if testing the word. Fastening the lace belt above shapely hips, Celes made a show of slowly extending her left leg parallel to the floor below.

“I mean, if you think it’s ok......” She asked, the slight blush of embarrassment began to spread across exposed chest up to colour model-worthy cheeks. Celes reached both hands to well-turned ankle before sensually dragging each extended digit over the curvature of calf, thigh, and padded ass before fastening belt to stockings. After completing an identical ritual with her right leg, she abruptly stood, then bent sharply at the waist to adjust the vertical seams behind each drool-inducing stem.

Jake remained silent, continuing to watch the impossible transformation with complete fascination.

A now worried look in her pale blue eyes, Celes hastily pulled a large red laced bra completing the mouth-watering lingerie set, half of which veiled her slickening puss. “I mean, I’ve been running this division for six years.....” she self contemplated, her nimble fingers deftly reached behind slender torso to fasten the frilly garment about her chest.

As suddenly, her sagging tit-flesh rippled, then inflated to fill the satin C-cup packaging, accompanied by a slight dimming of intelligence in her once sharp eyes. “Um...... six months....” she quickly corrected as the miracle fabric continued it’s work. Her impressive new assets magically adjusted to a proper position so that the ‘tit-shelf’ jutting obscenely out front now perfectly counter balanced her equally enticing rear projection.

Jake shifted in his seat in a vain attempt to conceal the growing erection induced through the creamy tit-flesh on display, lovingly cradled in red satin and lace from below.

Celes flashed doe-like eyes and innocent smile as she pulled a fluid white blouse from the dwindling piece of fabric. “And working under you has been a wonderfully rewarding experience.....” she seemed to struggle with her thoughts as if questioning the validity of her own wording while sliding lithe limbs to fit snugly within the crisp white collared blouse.

“But.....” she peered about nervously, trembling fingers fastening the skin tight blouse from navel to chest. “Is it really acceptable for an intern to accept such a lavish gift.....” the words leak from her throat in a lustful moan, quickly followed by a slow wet tongue drag along glistening red lips.

Everything around you seems to flicker, briefly appearing 2-dimensional as if scenery in well produced play. In an instant, Jake’s name now preceded ‘office manager’ on the brass plate centered on the polished desk surface.

‘Holy fuck,” Jake choked, “this shits legit!”

As if believing in this magic and enchantment bullshit wasn’t bat-shit-crazy enough, Jake thought, thinking back to the quick ‘tutorial’ he was offered when he was gifted the cloth. He still thought the person’s slight of hand demonstration back at the workshop was equally as impressive as his salesmanship.

But watching his uptight bitch-of-a-boss slowly transform into a walking wet dream of a personal assistant was enough to make him an instant believer.

“Sir...?” Celes asked with a slight frown of concern. Her now bubbly-bum length hair styled itself into an elaborate bun as she fastened a single silver hair pin to set the coif in place. “If I’ve overstepped my bounds....” she suddenly paused while drawing a slinky piece of shiny fabric from the diminishing source.

Jake could swear he caught a faint trace of fear in her response, seasoned with hint of lust in her cock-swelling voice.

“I reeeeeaaaaaleee love working with you!” Celes purrs, sliding a solid black pencil skirt the length of nubile legs. She slowly draws red painted nails to her widening hips to adjust the zip, the silken fabric sculpting to her body as trembling fingers fasten the garment. “........And I’m such a goooooooood little Secretary....”, she giggles, sliding her palms over molded thighs to tug the skirt to rest slightly below the knees.

Jake simply nods in response, working quickly to unfasten his belt in anticipation. Shit-eating-grin still plastered to his face, he flops himself in the custom leather chair he mystically commandeer from his boss-turned Scintillating Secretary.

“And if you’d allow me.....” Celes whispered, recovering what appears to be jewelry from the shapeless pile. She reached to fasten a single strand necklace at primly collard neck, the pure white pearls resting slightly above strategically exposed cleavage now tinted a rosy pink hue. “Sir........” she breathed the word, seductively rolling a single large pearl between manicured fingers with determined eyes trained on Jake’s tented slacks.

Taking the opportunity to bend stiffly at the waist while fastening closed toed blood red patent heels, she levels cock-hungry lips to whisper level in Jake’s ear.

“I’m sure I could satisfy.......” Celes whimpered, her lovely timber now dripping with undisguised lust. Setting matching large pearl studs in blushing lobes, your leggy new assistant shuffles forward in mincing steps restricted by tight satin skirt and six inch stiletto heels.

“...........your every need.” Celes turns to hide her blush while perching stylish oval framed glasses to rest on the bridge of delicate nose. Lifting the final piece of the reality altering ensemble from the table, she clutches an iPad to trim waist in an obvious maneuver to prop lovely c-cup assets to best effect. Jake thoroughly enjoyed the erotic sight of her straining tits conspicuously displayed beneath thin tight blouse.

After performing a slight curtsy to best display her shrink-wrapped body, Jake’s cum-alive fantasy sauntered to stand before him; her every movement as if a choreographed invitation for sex.

“How may I serve you?” Celes requested. Although her lovely voice sounded an obedient whisper, there was no mistaking the absolute devotion lacing her words.