This story is in early access on my Patreon and will come to DA on Dec 23rd.  This was the voted-on story for the month.  (I will update the   description after Crossroads comes out as otherwise the description will spoil Crossroads.)

Martha shook her head. "What does he think I do around here? Dance to his every whim?" She took a deep breath. "Why is it so hot in here?" She sat down in her chair. "Did Carl turn up the humidity or something? Just because we are getting into the holiday season isn't an excuse to try and make me sweat." She shook her head. "I am going to have to have a talk with him. A serious talk."

             Her swivel chair moaned as she put her elbow on the table. "Hmm. Is this thing getting old or something? I didn't think I was mistreating it that much." As she looked down, she felt the sides of the chair pressed against her hips. "Oww. What is going on?" Martha winced as her shoes tightened, squeezing her feet. "Ughhh. Seriously." She looked at her computer as it slowly shrank. "You have to be kidding me. My serum. It's working." She laughed. "I did. . . fuck!"

             Her toes burst through her shoes. "Ohhh god." She gripped the side of her chair and moaned. "I didn't expect it to feel like this." Martha took deep breaths as her nipples hardened. "How does that Sarah lady deal with this. Fuck."

             She took deep breaths as her hips pushed the chair's armrests outward. "My growing body just feels so. . . good." She smiled as her feet burst through her shoes. "Ohhh." Martha flexed her toes. "That is so much better. Now, if I can just. . . break this chair." She winced as the chair groaned in agony against her swelling hips before finally snapping apart. "Yes!"

Her eyes widened as it snapped beneath her new weight. "Opps." She giggled. "Well then."

             She made her way to her feet and dusted herself off. "At least this lab coat is loose fitting." She sighed as she held her arms out in front of her. "Or it was." The sleeves of her outfit now clung tightly to her arms as her coat began to press against her sensitive skin. "Ohh, if this gets any tighter. . ." She moaned. "I don't know what I am going to do." She closed her eyes. "My pants are bad enough."