Power Corrupts

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Francine had never considered herself to be the bossy type. She was always rather demure and quiet and kept her head down. So it was rather surprising when she was selected to be the branch head at her work by the executive board.

They had been searching for a replacement for her former boss the bitchy Lauren for a few weeks now but couldn’t find a candidate that suited seemingly.

Francine was worried about taking the role. She worried that she wasn’t strong enough, or confident enough for it. Lauren may of been a bitch but she knew how to whip a team into shape, which is probably why she got promoted.

Francine stepped into her new office and found it all rather intimidating. Of course that was probably because whenever she was this room Lauren would be staring down at her with dagger eyes.

She timidly walked behind the desk and slowly sunk into the large leather seat. When she did it was if a great calm came over her. It felt so comfortable and made her feel like she belonged there.

After all why shouldn’t she be the boss she thought. She was after all the smartest person there. Much smarter than the of the lowlifes in her section.

“They’re all so pathetic compared to me. No wonder I was picked.” She said with an uncharacteristic bitchy tone to her voice. All the while she didn’t notice the changes happening to her body.

Her skin began to bronze despite the years spent in a dark office. Her shirt became tight as her tits inflated. Her hair became sleek and wavy as if attended to by a hair stylist. Her lips became full and beautiful on a face that had warped into something matching that of an ice queen.

“All those drones would be nothing without their Queen.” She said to herself liking the sound of being a queen.

She caught sight of herself on the small vanity mirror on the desk and for a moment she felt like something was wrong but then quickly brushed past it.

“And of course I’m the hottest piece of ass here so I can get anyone to do as I say.” She said with a smirk across her now perfect lips. She stood up from the chair feeling like a new woman.

She walked over to the closet that housed all of Lauren’s old clothes. Francine would replace the clothes with even tighter, sluttier outfits soon enough but for now she could make use of some of them.

At the end of the day she strolled out of the office having put all her underlings in their place. Within hours they had forgot about shy old Francine and had come to fear their new boss Francesca.