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Prompt of the Week - Week 8
🕑 Added 2020-08-16 14:51:13 +0000 UTCAnd to think it started off so simple.
Her first day at work went exactly as predicted, with her being bumped out of the way of just about everyone and needing to grab her stuff off the floor so many times that it stopped being funny and went straight to depressing. Her attempts at socializing over lunch went terribly, she was saddled with extra work, and at the end, not even a single thank you. Until the next day, that is; Mira was quite surprised to find a small note on her desk upon returning to work, signed by her manager and addressed specifically to “the cute ‘bold in Office Seven”. It was enough to get her all blushy, and for her skin to feel remarkably tingly.
At no point did the tiny kobold bother to tell anyone what was so special about her or the way she worked, seeing as at no point did she think that job would ever last her more than just a few months until she got something different. Even when she was promoted to working full time at her position, Mira didn’t think it was that important to share; a selection of looser clothes and it would all go by without anyone noticing a thing, ready for it all to shrink once she found something better to do elsewhere. It wouldn’t be until a full year elapsed that the ‘bold started to think she might need to do something about her… “condition”, if only because everyone was so damn nice to her that leaving didn’t feel like that great of an idea anymore.
Mira had a problem with authority. Quite literally, as her body was very fond of taking stock of it and changing itself to match the kobold’s standing in relation to where she usually hung out. In practice, this meant she grew from a tiny little three-foot mini-lizard into an increasingly draconic amazon the more she was allowed to accrue influence in her friend or work circle, hence why she made a point never to stick to one job for more than half a year at a time. It was costly, annoying and it broke off a lot of very good friendships over the years, but it was the only way the ‘bold knew to not lose herself. Her mind was always so beset by strange thoughts and desires whenever she allowed her limits to be stretched that she hated the thought of letting herself go; what if she lost herself? What if there was no Mira in the end, just someone else who happened to marginally look like her?
Concerns that wracked her brain at many hours of the day, except for the ones she was expected to work in. The kobold was, if nothing else, incredibly diligent, making sure to finish her tasks before having her customary existential breakdowns or heading out for coffee. This not only ensured she had plenty of free time to pretend to work in, but it also cast a spotlight on her performance, one she was blissfully unaware of. The company was always on the lookout for people like her, so by the time Mira started thinking about slowly backing away from her position, she was being swamped with extra work that, unfortunately, the ‘bold didn’t know how to say no to.
Thus, it was a year later, and she was in the middle of a circle of her coworkers all participating in the age-old tradition of buying someone a cheap gift to commemorate a full fiscal year of them working for the exact same corporate entity. It was alleviated somewhat by them being genuine friends with the kobold; despite planning on leaving, Mira always made sure to be as friendly with everyone as possible, so given her unfortunately extended stay, it wasn’t all that unsurprising that the managers had to ask people to go back to work after finding most of their department completely empty.
By that point, little Mira wasn’t so little anymore. The changes came slowly, but they still came, and the kobold already had to deal with the fact that her clothes just weren’t what they used to be. She hadn’t been given any official promotion, but since in practice her input was sought after far more frequently than anyone else’s, plus the fact that her coworkers often relied on her to work around the system in safe ways, it was normal for her body to adjust accordingly. She was now about four feet tall, and although her bust was still as barren as ever, there was a noticeable curve to her bottom, one that made any jeans she put on look delightfully filled out. She saw the looks; she welcomed them.
Not in the front of the boss though, the lawyers might get antsy, even if it was all in good fun.
The worst was yet to come though. Later in that same day she was called into her manager’s office; thinking that it would be related to her contract renegotiation, the ‘bold was getting ready to declare she wanted to leave the company and would thus be putting in her month’s advance notice. Instead, she was asked to sit down and told, in no uncertain terms, that the company in general, and the accounting department in particular, found her workplace ethic, efficiency and overall attitude to be three colossal boons that they wanted to take advantage of. To that end, she was offered a promotion to a more senior role, in preparation for a future appointment to head her department herself.
Mira was dumbstruck by the proposition, in no small part due to her making it quite clear after a while that she intended to leave. Perhaps that’s why her manager put it the way she did; everyone knew the kobold couldn’t say no when told her help was needed. It was a cheap move, but one that Mira was going to fall for regardless; with a curt nod a few choice words, she accepted the proposal and immediately turned to leave, noting that she had a few things to do and would be in her office if anyone needed her.
The changes began to take place almost immediately after she closed the door behind her. Even in the short walk to her workspace Mira could tell that her clothes were about to burst, and it would only take a few seconds more for the first rips to show themselves. Anyone close to the entrance could hear the fabric tearing as the ‘bold’s body was reshaped to better fit in with her new position of actual, legitimized authority, leaving Mira with very little time to act. She’d been carrying something special for emergencies ever since her supposed “goodbye date” went by, just in case anything like that took place. It wasn’t enough to make her decent if anyone happened to look for more than five seconds, but it would have to do.
Poor thing didn’t even need to undress, as her body took care of that problem for her; their soft thighflesh bulged out from the many holes in her pants, belt collapsing under the strain of her thighs and ass. Her shirt rode her up chest as her bosom filled out, cup size after cup size added to her breasts; at least it wasn’t button-up, allowing it to move up and up and always up, until underboob began to show. By the time her transformation was complete, her bottom half was completely nude (apart from a few tattered shreds still clinging to her scales), while her top… might as well be. Not a lot being hidden when about half of her tits were on full display for anyone to see, the faintest hint of a nipple visible just above the exposed areolae.
Mira took a few moments to collect herself, right before breaking into a cold sweat and biting her tongue to stop herself from screaming. She’d never been that large before… but at least now she knew her old self was still in there. The kobold didn’t feel nearly as embarrassed as she should be, the good old draconic blood beginning to interfere in her thought processes, but she still saw the whole growth spurt as more of an inconvenience than anything else; how was she supposed to go home now?! The emergency clothes wouldn’t be able to cover… that!
She sighed. In her bag was a smaller, cloth one where she kept a very large jumpsuit, neatly wrapped up and ready to be deployed at any moment. It was incredibly form-fitting and left even less to the imagination than if she just went completely naked, but it was enough to save her from an indictment for public indecency… at least until the next time someone decided to promote her. It was certainly a surprise for her coworkers when they saw her leave the office a full hour later, looking completely different and wearing some kind of bright red skinsuit. Almost as red as her cheeks.
Adaptation was, at the very least, somewhat easy; everyone took nicely to her new body, and only a few bothered to bring up the fact that she was even different at all, though the new looks were hard to ignore at times. At least when she was smaller she knew that whenever anyone paid attention to her it was for some practical reason, be it her advice or her ability to get things done quickly and properly. Now though? Mira couldn’t shake the feeling that many of the “problems” she had to deal with on a daily basis were perfectly within her now-subordinates’ capacity to resolve, and she was only ever called so she could be ogled and watched from a distance. And while normally that would make the kobold extremely antsy and uncomfortable, whatever strange force led to her transformation had given her a new perspective as well.
All of this was happening because of her. She earned it, through her hard work, dedication and complete disregard for proper sleep schedules. And maybe it was the new position finally sinking in, or perhaps her draconic nature asserting itself, but whenever she caught anyone staring, her first instinct was to make it patently clear who was in charge, be it through violating personal spaces or leaning in perhaps a bit too deeply for the kind of clothes she now wore. It was a travesty of workplace regulations and bound to get someone fired (or worse), but this was her turf now, and being in charge gave her a certain few perks that others didn’t have access to. Besides, if her body was as irresistible as everyone assumed it was, it’d be a crying shame not to put it to good use, even if it did make the rest of the senior staff incredibly nervous about potential lawsuits.
There was nothing to worry about, though. Mira knew just where her attention should be directed at, and even if she took a certain perverse enjoyment in how much she made her coworkers squirm whenever she walked into a room, the ‘bold always prioritized doing her actual job, to the point where a few more “daring” accountants were helpfully reminded of what their own tasks were after trying to get a bit too close for comfort; usually a slap to the back of the head was enough.
Her dominion over the accounting department was such that barely another year went by before she was called up to her boss’ office, this time being outright told what to expect. By that point, her body had become engorged with its own importance, with the kobold needing to custom-order her clothing just to have any at all. From her curvaceous, motherly hips to a rear so soft that it jiggled like gelatin whenever she stepped into anywhere, to a bosom that begged to have a head, any head, be smothered into it as it swung freely from side to side, Mira owned whatever room she was in; hell, even when trying to remain professional inside the office of the person who signed her paychecks, it was very clear that both her boss and their assistants were having a hard time focusing whenever their eyes looked in her general direction. Perhaps it was the choice of attire, which not only hugged her form to an indecent degree but also revealed a lot more skin that it should, or maybe it was how her back being straight further exaggerated her plump bust.
Or maybe it was her eyes, predatory as always.
The promotion being offered was quite appetizing as well, placing her in charge of the accounting department as its new head, while the previous one would be moved up the ladder to somewhere they could be more useful. In practice, very little would change considering she was already de facto in charge of that cluster of offices, but that wasn’t the point; the point was giving her the title and officializing what was already assumed to be true, something that would give her what Mira really wanted. Both her and her boss looked at one another for an uncomfortably long amount of time, knowing as they did what was about to happen, before the ‘bold nodded and outstretched her hand. The other one took their sweet time to accept, and did so shakily enough to draw a grin from the ‘bold, but did eventually retribute the gesture.
He shouldn’t have.
The growth spurt was immediate and even more pronounced than the one not a year before, with the dracobold’s clothing beginning to tear practically instantly after the proposal was agreed upon. Her body was aching for something like that, and had been for months; to feel the true rush of authority and power, to be recognized and placed in its proper spot in the hierarchy. It yearned to free itself from its bounds, so much so that even the chair began to groan underneath the strain of holding onto her weight. Mira’s ass began to fatten, cracking the wooden seat and buckling its legs until she was forced to get up before it collapsed completely, leaning onto the table and putting herself in the best position to show off as her tits flew through several cup sizes in mere seconds, each as big, then larger than her head, putting overinflated basketballs to shame and yet still going regardless. They were freed from their confines almost instantly, free to swing and bounce as she rocked her body back and forth, her frame swelling upwards and outwards, looming over three other people in the room. Soon, there would be no table at all, as her new weight, combined with her putting all of it onto the flimsy wooden thing, cracked it in half, sending all of its contents flying in every direction and Mira herself careening towards the ground.
Still, it was easy enough to get up afterwards, even if her head was bumping against the ceiling whenever she wasn’t paying attention. She cleared her throat and thanked her boss, then turned around and gave them a full view of her doorframe-wide rear, the same one she used to hip-check her way through the entrance to the office, showering the outside with broken bits of glass and wood. Her body was a sculpted masterpiece, one for all to see, and Mira made damn sure that everyone who now worked for her got a good look when she strolled through the accounting department five minutes later.
The next few months were a trip, going by so quickly that even the draconic amazon couldn’t tell just what was happening anymore. Her life had effectively turned into a series of bureaucratic meetings that seemed to never end, and yet they all blurred so easily into one another that she’d wake up on a Monday and only notice going to bed on a Thursday. It was a constant game for her, a hidden battleground of backroom politics and favour-trading… and one she was exceedingly good at.
No one noticed when she began to weave her web, putting on her cutest face and playing the part of the naive newcomer. It was so easy to dismiss her as just that, being someone who was never entrusted with that level of responsibility before, so easy to think that her moves were just her being the same-old helpful self, so easy to simply ignore what was happening right in front of their faces. Before anyone knew it, everyone in the Board of Directors owed her a favour or two, sometimes even more, despite her never setting foot in any of their meetings at all, thus making it quite a surprise when she began to cash them in. A little bit of a nudge here, a whispered hint there, and a very fortunately timely opening in another company later, their CEO was on their way out to a “better” opportunity to make millions, leaving the seat empty for one person, and one person alone to take.
The ground rumbled and quaked with each step, the building failing to hold itself together as the draconic giantess made her way to her newest office. The ceiling was getting scraped by her razor-sharp horns, the floor scratched by their colossal claws. Every eye was drawn to some part of her, be it the ass wider than the double door downstairs, the chest-obscuring bosom or perhaps the thighs that were powerful enough to knock down a whole wall if Mira wasn’t careful. She didn’t even bother using the meagre door, instead bringing down a large chunk of that floor with her before “sitting” on a chair that disintegrated underneath her weight. She was no longer a kobold, but something more, something better. She was a true dragon, and her hoard had just begun to fill. She even had servants, imagine that; everyone on the payroll seemed so eager to please her…
… perhaps it was time for a merger.
