Boss -- Bimbo -- Booty

While the proposition for Richard to go wild with his new powers was tempting, he still found that it would be the most interesting to keep the effects concentrated on a single individual. How that concentrated **** turned out to be would be best described as monumental, leaving not only him, but the rest of the office to turn their heads as well.

His coworker had shown up that day, trying to show solidarity with his boss' new choice in footwear, now sporting stilts of her own. The smile that she tried wearing when she was to meet the boss to inform her of how she really did find the superior's new choice in shoes intriguing being almost instantly erased once it became clear what had changed this day.

Reprimands concerning what was professional behavior would fly across the office from the chief's general direction, had not the entire workforce made themselves culpable for staring at the woman's newly formed behind.

The first thing which was immediately noticeable might not have been the boss' expanded body-part, but rather that she had chosen a different business suit than normal. Her usual one was a dull gray, but this one was black and covered in a light grid pattern. Given certain considerations, it became clear why this change had occurred, the grid pattern simply hid the side slits she had needed to make in order for the skirt to fit.

While the massively expanded rear disappointingly didn't get hugged by the fabric enveloping her in the same way as it had done in the past. The two streaks going right from down at the hem and embarrassingly climbing upwards right to the edge of her panties, revealing frumpy cotton bikini cuts to the world.

Her ass clapped as she patrolled the cubicles, her attempts to instill fear in her employees proving to be rather more difficult with an ass considerably more fitting for a cartoon character than a professional. Still her tone of voice was the same and she still held the power to throw those she wished out, relegating them to search for a different job, if she wished.

It might have been this, or perhaps it was that he had expected this to happen, which made Richard the first to manage to tear his eyes from the expansive rear. In the boss' eyes this would probably have made him into an ideal employee, but if she could have seen his smile, she would have known that it wasn't so and as the day moved to night, no thoughts in his head concerned his job. Only the next step was relevant to him.