Beatrice (Paid Post #2)

 Beatrice was a very astute secretary, but also incredibly uptight, she always had her dark hair up in a tight bun and those grandma glasses with the chain. Her stuffy outfits were always pressed and worn perhaps a size too big. She was extremely well versed in her secretarial duties. Was always one step ahead of the boss. Everything was presented on their desk in exact right angles and very straight with not a fold or drop of ink out of place.   
 When drops of ink are mentioned it's because she always hand wrote the business notes. She hated new  technology and always said that if you couldn't scratch a window with it, it wasn't trustworthy in the slightest. She used funny phrases to hide the face that she was afraid of tech. She worried that any improvements to make things easier would make her lazy or god forbid, stupid.
 When her boss brought in the new copy machine she worried, they let her know that she would be collating a 20 page packet and the copy machine would be needed to expedite work. She huffed and grumbled to herself, not one to complain to her boss, as old fashioned as she was.
 She unclipped the papers and set up the copy machine as best as she could. She put the first page on the machine and pushed the copy button once. She felt an unease pushing that button, it was like every part of this was against every part of her. She felt a pounding in her head and wiped her brow a bit. To her surprise, a copy of the first page spit out of the machine. She bit her lip tentatively and pushed the button again.  Her head pounded.
 Thinking that maybe her bun was too tight Beatrice let down her long dark hair. She pushed the button again and her world positively spun as another copy of the first page was spit out. She blinked down at her hands as her fingernails seemed a bit longer than usual. She liked to keep them short and trim, but now they seemed to shine with a french tip gloss to them. She wanted to investigate further but she had a job to do. She pushed the copy button again and her shoes felt Uncomfortable. It was wildly unprofessional, but they hurt so much. She slipped them off and looked at them, They were not the flat footed shoes she thought they were. They were a pair of glossy 4 inch spiked high heels. She couldn't believe that she would ever were something like this to work.
 Beatrice shook her head and tried to get back to work , but was very surprised to see a flash of blonde she grabbed at tit and found it to be her own hair. But She wasn't blonde. Not in the slightest, she'd never even thought of dying her hair blonde. She would have to discuss this with her hairdresser the next time they talked. She pushed the button again and three more copies of that page spilled forth and she felt a snug squeezing around her hips. She looked down and found that her skirt seemed to be shrinking or she seemed to be growing, either way this was most unprofessional indeed. Even her birkenctocks had a sheer flatness to them she did not wear things like this, this looked like something much more appropriate for  a streetwalker not a prim and proper, perfect secretary like herself.
 The changes were startling her, but Beatrice still had a job to do. She pushed the copy button again. Her breathing became rapid and she backed herself up against the wall. Her shirt squeezed around her breasts tighter and tighter until pop Pop POP! The buttons of her shirt ripped free as she gained a healthy and hefty pair of DDD tits.
 She tied her shirt back together quickly. She couldn't be seen exposing herself like this! But then again she thought, why couldn't she? Beatrice had seen the way her boss had undressed her with their eyes. Why not give them what they wanted? Maybe She might get a raise out of it. She looked over herself, She was looking H-O-T Hot!
 “Boss!” She called. “Something is messed up about this copy machine thingy. I keep pushing the button and just more of the same page comes out. Heh Comes, such a naughty word.” What was going on with her? Beatrice never talked like this, but she never thought like this either.
 Her boss was leaning against the door jam watching every interaction that Beatrice had had with the machine. They were excited to enjoy the benefits of their new secretary with their new copy/drain machine.