"Still your boss... Still your boss...." But, Andrew's voice sounds high and girlish, unconvincing even to herself. As her blouse vanishes entirely, she continues to grow. Her bust prominently displayed, her hands flutter over her chest. Unsure whether to try and stuff the girls back, out of sight, or afraid of confirming their reality.
As she grew, her lips took on a glossy crimson coat, lipstick applied with sluttish disregard to it's thickness. Andrew... well, Andrea now, was regaining her old ethnicity if not her gender, as she planted her ass in the chair behind the desk.
As she grabbed the tablet stylus, it transformed into a pen, the tablet completing the set, as it changed into a simple lined pad of paper.
Frozen in place, and unsure how to proceed. Andrea looked in horror and disbelief to the pen in her hand. The nightmare world he'd created for you, had swallowed him... and spat her out in his place.
She was on the verge of tears, as her bust surged even larger.
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