Latisha was a determined worker with intricate business management knowledge and expansive business acumen. Her common sense was quite the opposite. A simple scam email promoting an upper management program was enough to catch her. To be fair, not many would expect that title to be literal; a minute within account activation was enough for the scammer to &#8220;manage&#8221; Latisha&#8217;s upper body to his whims. Her head and her stomach fat were quickly redistributed into tits triple her previous size. Though she could not see it (or anything else), the scammer deleted the program from her computer from his end and abandoned the connection.<br /><br />She felt it in her chest when her breasts rapidly expanded. She was confused she couldn&#8217;t look down to see it. Her hands explored what her lack of sight could not, groping, bouncing, squeezing. Latisha rose her hands to her turtleneck to find nothing above it. Her missing head seemed to mean missing thought processes; only questions arose, absent of emotion over her permanently absent head. She stood and wandered, wobbling around her office and down the hall. Her clumsy bumping and stumbling went unnoticed until after the rest of the office returned from lunch. Returning her to her previous state would take much longer (if it could be done at all).<br /><br />&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;<br /><br />Check out more images that will never make it to DA at patreon.com/lackingcpu for $3 a month