Without Rachel’s notice, I fired a beam at myself, then called out to her:
“Oh, Rachel dear, can I ask you something?”
Rachel pulled her phone away with a frown and looked at me uninterested.
“Do you think this dress is too small?”
I spun around in my everyday business suit. White shirt, black coat and matching pants in a size fit for a mature, chubby mommy with a healthy amount of fat. I could already feel my body beginning to strain against it.
“Uhm well…” Rachel said unsure, starring at my figure as my growth began: “…don’t… think so?”
“You sure? Cause it feels tight!” I said, gliding a hand over my larger chest area that was lovely swelling larger. I smiled as I felt my feet getting cramped in my heels, and I stretched to show off my growing midriff as my shirt was slowly riding up like a stage curtain to reveal my soft belly.
“It might just be weight gain. Been eating a lot lately, oof!” a seam broke on my pants as it was filling up with mommy dough, making me grab my wide hips and shake them a bit as I felt my bottom expanding.
Rachel was puzzled now, and looked confused at me, as her boss looked bigger than ever before. It was then I decided to intimidate her further.
“Say, you look a bit smaller, Rachel…”
I walked closer to the desk, as I grew in height, making Rachel’s heart beat faster and making her visible recoil as she looked more up and up at her growing boss wearing way too small clothes.
“…because you seem smaller than I remember.”
My growing tummy, tits and ass were bulging out of my office fabric, forcing my dress to retreat and stretch. Rachel was beginning to get frightened by the older, superior female growing her mommy body right in front of her, seeing buttons pop and tears form as I now challenged Rachel’s femininity by gaining larger breasts and bigger ass, which kept getting larger and larger, making Rachel feel smaller and smaller.
It only hurt her more watching my boobs pop out of my shirt and bra, and my butt explode out of my pants, a testimony to my assets as my feet, legs and arms outgrew their prisons.
I was now an amazon, standing at a 9 feet height, my underwear being the last thing to snap off me, to reveal a large, hairy vagina that had birthed its fair share of children.
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