“The yearly review!” Ms Jones says with mock enthusiasm, awkwardly getting in her chair as she clearly tries avoiding letting you see her ass.

The only reason she has any authority over you in the first place is that ass, and her willingness to use it. Everyone knows that she’s fucking the CEO, and it really gets your gears grinding when she overtly deprives you of her one redeeming characteristic.

Your rabid stares down her stockings make her face twist in judgment, and she shimmies in her minimalist chair as she pulls her skirt down a bit to give you even less of a view.

“That’s it!” You say defiantly, standing tall over Ms Jones. “The only reason you’re not my assistant is because you’re fucking someone on the board, and I’m not gonna sit around here as your subordinate while I’m far more talented and knowledgeable than you!!”

Ms Jones doesn’t blink an eye, simply smiling back at you as your chest heaves from your quickened breath.

“The reason everyone thinks I’m fucking someone on the board, is because every so often I use my magic powers to make them give me a raise. I’m only telling you this now cuz you’re about to become my eternal intern, I’ve been judging who to pick for this important opportunity and I think you’ll serve me best!” Ms Jones laughs, her eyes glowing bright as you feel your sleeves restrict and start slimming your arms down.

Your shirt opens up, becoming a reflective sheer material as your undershirt develops metal wires and shrinks up to your chest. You look down as your large bulge slowly dwindles, your pants creeping up your legs and morphing together to form a mini pencil dress.

Voluminous locks of blonde hair gush out from your head, and you see your lips plump up beneath your shrinking nose. Your face becomes more slender as fat sucks out from under your chin, and you feel your eyes grow larger as they become almond shaped atop your rising cheek bones. Your features sharpen as your lips develop a collagen injected pucker, and you feel your ears become pierced as a necklace drapes across your neck.

Ms Jones snickers when your boobs stop growing, but you moan as your sensitive nipples puff up and swell into the cups of your lingerie. You can’t help but tug on your mini skirt in sheer bliss as your miniaturized penis folds up and splits into two wet folds, making you orgasm loudly as your socks get clipped onto garters after they stretch into stockings.

You relish in the spiraling lust as your body develops all sorts of cravings, making you leak through to your stockings as you bite down on your finger and fantasize about serving your boss. Then a hearty laugh escapes you, clearly scaring Ms Jones out of her proud look as your mannerisms go from sexed up intern to your old self. Ms Jones begins stammering as your eyes glow the purple tint of a master wizard, and you quickly swap bodies with her.  At your wizardry level swapping bodies happens instantly within the blink of an eye, and you can acclimate to most bodies pretty instantly.

You feel your lips curl into a sexy smile in Ms Jones’s body, and ask your ‘new intern’ what type of code words and commands she’d programmed into herself. She clearly doesn’t want to respond, but her eyes roll back in ecstasy  as she reluctantly lists off the necessary phrases and code words while her gyrating hips hump the air.

You spell out the things necessary to make her listen to your every command, and bring her into your car. You hit the start button and smile as the magic truck revs its engine, screeching out of the parking lot on its own and driving through people’s backyards.

“A while back I casted a spell on this guy to get me wherever I wanna go as fast as possible.” You say, patting the steering wheel from Ms Jones's petite body. “I’ve also casted a spell now to make you violently aroused as long as the accelerator’s being pushed!” You laugh, looking over to see Ms Jones covering her ears from the piercing ring of arousal as the loud engine fills her head with slutty thoughts.

“Your boobs are also gonna get bigger the faster we go!” You chuckle, watching as Ms Jones laughs uncontrollably from the building orgasms.

She squeals in excitement as the car downshifts violently, giving you a good view of her inflating boobs. The fight seems to have completely left her, and you relax as you no longer need to be ready for a random spell.

Once at your house you instruct Ms Jones not to touch anything, telling her most things are protected with robust spells and will do unimaginable things to her. She takes these warnings to heart and keeps her hands to herself as she walks through the house, her new bust bouncing as she seductively tries showing off her new jiggling curves to her master. Then her eyes suddenly open wide as you pass the kitchen, and she turns her body toward the fridge with a blank stare on her face.

“O no, I forgot!” You smack your forehead, racing to stop Ms Jones as she zombie walks to the fridge.

She struggles against your grip, her mind fighting your commands as you tell her to stand still. Her drive for the Bimbo Milk is too strong though, and you feel her resilience strengthen as she rips through the clothes you’re holding onto.

She giggles in relief as she goes over to the fridge, her developing bimbo body craving more slut particles than you’d imbued in her. You don’t know why you store so much of the stuff in the fridge, but you brace for what could be a pretty ‘expansive’ change…

You watch in defeat as she opens the fridge, her eyes forced closed by the odor the second she twists the bottle of Bimbo Milk open. The strong smell of flowers and sweetness almost make you vomit as usual, and you see Ms Jones react as she chugs the entire thing. Her nails immediately grow several inches as she struggles to hold down all the carbonated liquid, and you hear stretching sounds as her ass inflates and shapes into a bubble.

You could only smirk when she throws the empty carton out, a ditzy smile plastered across her pretty face as she gives you an intimate hug. Her breath smells intensely of roses and perfume, and you struggle to free yourself from her fondling grip as gallons of fat quickly rush into her chest. Her boobs push you away as her expanding hips spread your arms wide behind her, and a sexy gasp fills your ears when you take the step to give her ballooning ass a good squeeze.

“Like, dress me up master! I wanna burst out of my clothes!!” Your pet, Ms Jones begs.

You happily give in, magically wrapping a tight choker around her slim neck and tying her hair in a pony. She giggles as her bra thins out and stretches down to her panties, combining into an increasingly tight black dress that stretches across her widening body. A zipper forms in her cleavage and she zips it up right away, laughing and posing sexily for you when her swelling boobs make the zipper pop open.

Her body continues to grow, making her moan in orgasmic discomfort as the tight dress rips in two halves; one struggling to get past her inflating hips, and the other stretched to its max by her still growing boobs. The garters rip as Ms Jones’s hips become too wide for them, and her stockings sneak down her thighs as her legs lengthen and become even thicker.  

You could tell her mind is really turning to mush as she collapses in the chair closest to her, licking her pursed lips with a look of pure desire as she grabs a camera off the shelf.

“Could you like, take a before pic of me??” She giggles ditzily, “I totes wanna have a before and after for when you like, totally wreck this pussy!”

“I don’t have any strap-ons hun, sorry…” You trail off, teasing her to see just how badly she wants it.

“Like, I’ve studied the art of manhood, and could totes give myself a cock right now. Don’t tell me you can’t like, totes do the same!!!” Ms Jones mocks, a little drool developing on her plump bottom lip as she thinks about cock.

“Oh yeah, I bet I could blow your mind with the manhood magic I’m capable of!” You say proudly, a bulge quickly growing in your panties as Ms Jones bounces in her seat from sheer joy.