"Be a doll..." Desiree cooed.
"And STAY STILL!"
With one swift motion, the gorgeous CEO grabbed at her assistant's hair yet again, pulling the smaller woman close and jabbing the syringe into her exposed neck. Marcelline stumbled back, holding her neck as she looked up at her boss with abject fear. But before she could speak, scream, or cry, she felt something welling deep within her.
The nebbish girl fell to her knees, gasping for air as her skin felt as though it was going to burn away. Her clothes felt tight, the collar of her neat button up blouse seeming to choke her sweaty neck. Her pencil skirt felt like a prison on her legs, the nylons that snaked all the way down to her toes itched and irritated everywhere they touched.
"What's... happening... to me?!" Marcelline cried in fear, writhing on the floor of the private office.
"You're becoming a beautiful butterfly, finally coming out of your coccoon." Desiree purred, watching the show with rapt attention. Seeing what she had subjected her assistant to drove Desiree wild, and she wasted no time unbuttoning her pants to feel how soaked she had become. Gently, Desiree stroked her womanhood, gasping softly as she watched Marcelline's transformation begin.
There was a sharp *pop* as the sides of Marcelline's pumps split open, revealing the assistant's cute pedicured toes that tore through the constricting nylons. With a sudden jolt, Marcelline felt her whole body shift, the pencil skirt and blouse tearing along their seams as she slowly, steadily increased I'm height. Between her and Desiree, the height difference was quite noticeable, with Marcelline still standing a head and a half shorter than her boss even with high heels. As she shredded the remnants of her work attire, the mousey woman now dwarfed her employer by quite a wide margin and still she continued to grow.
"It feels so..." groaned the expanding assistant, unsure of whether she was experiencing pleasure or pain. Her senses were going haywire, every single sensation feeling like the direct opposite of the last. Her faculties were long gone and without any resistance, the 12ft woman emptied her bladder right onto the pristine floor of Desiree's office.
The beautiful CEO couldn't get enough, feeling positively elated as she watched her new party drug work wonders on her subordinate. She continued to stroke her clitoris and with her free hand, Desiree reached for the other vial. It was her turn.
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