"Okay, boss, I'm off to get lunch!"
Steph can take off as much time as she wants for lunch. She doesn't even need to come back. Nobody minds, thought Tom.
"Okay, see you tomorrow," Steph's boss replied. He didn't even bother looking up from his computer. With a spring in her step and a monumental jiggle in her jeans, she practically skipped out the door. Tom swore he could feel the floor shake each time she and her mammoth booty landed.
Silently, and still invisible, Tom followed after her. He overheard her talking to herself.
"Wait, did I tell Tom to meet me at the Midtown Diner or the Midtown Bar and--oh shit I said the Diner, didn't I?" She cursed to herself. "Well, I should probably swing by and see if it's any good." She turned back towards Tom and began walking the opposite direction. Tom, still somewhat distracted by current events, almost ran directly in to her. She paused as she passed Tom, evidently detecting the breeze from a passing body. She looked around suspiciously, before shrugging and continuing on her way.
Tom followed, having no idea what he was about to do next. He'd skipped his history class, and was probably gonna miss out on his other classes for the day, but that was fine. If he didn't want to bother with class, he could just magic himself into getting an A for the semester. Or get himself a winning lottery ticket. Or...
Tom's gaze landed on Steph's ass again, marveling at it. It wasn't just its size and perkiness that left him gobsmacked, it was the fact that this morning it had been maybe half as big at most.
He licked his lips.
"Steph's actually got a bit more junk in the trunk," he began. As he watched her ass swell out another couple of inches, he continued. "And her hair is longer." Silently, Steph's hair lengthened, its tips getting swept aside by the top of her butt. Tom thought a bit more. "And the Midtown Diner is just around the corner, it's really good, and it's not busy right now."
Tom looked up from Steph's magically-enhanced booty to see a squat, unassuming building ahead of them. He saw the back of a neon sign extending up past the building's roof. Were he a betting man, he'd say that it read "Midtown Diner."
They rounded the corner and strode into the restaurant, Tom ducking through the door as it closed behind Steph. A short, plump woman stood to the side of the door and waved a cheerful hello.
"Hey there, hun, come on in!" she told Steph. "How many?"
"Just the one, thanks," said Steph.
"Booth or table?"
Steph looked around the restaurant. Most of the tables sat empty. "Booth, please."
The waitress showed her to her table. Steph shimmied in, and Tom noted that, with her new endowments, this was a bit more of a challenge for her than it would normally have been.
"Someone'll be right with you," said the waitress, and walked off. Tom stood, awkwardly, to the side of the table, wondering what to do. He really hadn't thought through any of this. He decided...
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