Working hard

He hated his fat blonde bitch of a boss the most in his life; his friends being pussies and things remaining stagnant were only a lack of excitement, but his manager Teresa really grated down on him.

First of all, like any manager, she'd delegate down all the tasks she didn't want to do, which would've been fine if she wasn't such a bitch about it; always simultaneously bragging about her 'hard-work' on minor tasks and complaining about what difficulty there was left. Difficulty, that she'd always lecture as a product of Dan not already finishing his longer lasting duties.

When other guys would either shrug it off or go to kiss up to her, Dan would take offense at any insult to his strength as a man and seethe in disgust at her acting like a damsel entitled to his service; especially with her ugliness adding to the discontent between them everyday.

He'd show her the meaning of hard work and give himself something actually pleasant to see at work.

Teresa's fat suddenly migrated across her body into an hourglass like shape; thickening her ass, tits and thighs. Her skin also cleared up as she lost her body hair and her body formatted itself with various other beauty standards; namely her plump lips.

However after migrating to what some would call ideal, and recognizer her for, her fat began growing; some of course was morphing into muscle, but the weight was still exceptional as she staggered down on her inhumanly scaled assets.

She crawled to her bedroom mirror to see herself; stunned by her immeasurable beauty after being a fat-cow all her life, but conflicted by the weight on her bones and perverseness of her form.

Before she could reach out for answers, shadowy text appeared.

'Act against any that's been done, it all vanishes'

The warning shot down any plans she had to get a boob or ass reduction; forcing her to accept things if she wanted to keep her newfound beauty.

Staggering around her house was a pain, but she was already planning to use her body as a gold-digger; to just find some rich guy to sweep this southern belle off her overburdened feet would've out weighed any downsides of her condition.

Her clothes barely fit, but at least they were so stretched by her earlier rolls to find themselves not immediately tearing on her curves.

She told herself that some magic rich guy wasn't going to appear out of nowhere, so after seeing that her new appearance retroactively matched to her id's and neighbors recognizing her, she went to work with the plan of prowling for sugar daddies afterward.

While she was lucky that people still recognized her despite having no similarity to her past self, there was still a degree of shock, as if she had a few surgeries to their extremes.

She leaned against the walls as she stumbled towards her office, her spine begging her to collapse at her desk and leave any labor to the rats she looked down on.

Opening the door, she froze in a rage at an obstacle to her leisure. Dan smugly sat at her desk, wearing a few solid gold rolexes on his arms and the title 'hyper-supreme-manager' on his shirt.

"Get out of my office this instant!" she groaned in agony.

"No can do, corporate's orders" he replied glibly, tossing a phone to bounce against her soft breasts.

She failed to take it as her assets jiggled and she tumbled over, she then embarrassingly crawled over to the phone only to be met with various AI simulacrums of corporate; each using the company's lingo to explain a change in hierarchies and responsibility, each eerily similar, as she demanded another representative to confirm again and again till she broke down in acceptance.

She looked up at Dan, unable to believe anything about today, and was crushed to see such a lowlife as above her.

"You have some work to be getting to" he informed coldly.