Boss -- Bimbo -- Titties

Richard had decided to continue with the more notable transformations when it concerned his boss, prompting to give her a set of knockers to match her new badonkadonk and once at the office he kept his eyes wide open. He was intent to spot the change as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, the observant Richard never got to see what his magical object had managed with the words from yesterday. The boss had apparently thought that the strange swelling of different parts of her body had been something to be concerned about and thus prompted to stay home or perhaps even head on over to the doctor, meaning to inquire about what could be causing the changes.

It was a little disappointing, but it was still to be expected. Rapid breast and ass growth doesn't just fall out of the sky after all. Richard decided to just make the best of the situation and looked around the office for anything else that might entertain him.

Richard's eyes stopped on his coworker who had made much the same observation as he had, at least if the stripper heels that had been removed from her feet and been laid on her desk was something to go on. Clearly she was only trying endear herself to the boss by copying what she saw the superior woman do.

In the relative silence of the office, caused by the boss' lacking presence, Richard found his mind wander to what he could do to people other than his superior. These thoughts entered his mind much in response to seeing his coworker abandon her attempts to endear herself to the woman who signed her paychecks. Richard thought she could do with a few transformations of her own.

The entire day went past without Richard seeing his boss attend to her usual duties as an enforcer of workplace discipline. Apparently, all those sudden changes thrown her way had really made her worry. Enough so that she took the entire day off, much to Richard's dismay, but without the central focus of his actions, he became free to look at alternatives to her transformation.

On his way out of the building, Richard took note of a certain smiling receptionist. Perhaps it was his search for a different woman to suffer under his spell-casting, but for some reason he had never noticed her before and only considered what changes might be fitting for her on this day, which he fantasized about all the way home.

Not too much else of note happened that day, Richard had overplayed his hand and he knew it. His mind tried to figure out what else than just messing with his boss he could do and just before bed, he thought he had found his answer. He used this supposed answer to cast his spell of the evening without many further considerations.