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[thesympatheticdevil]

Nepo Baby

"Carol? We need to talk about your son and what he's been doing to us," Kayla said.

"Boss," Carol corrected. "He's my son at home but he's my boss at work. Your boss too! It's important to be professional despite any relationships outside the office. You know that, Kayla."

"But that's the thing, Carol!" Kayla said. "None of this is professional! You put your 19-year-old kid in charge of your multimillion dollar company! And everyone just went along with it! And then we all started wearing obscenely short skirts and tight tops and flirting with Ted!"

"Mr. Samuels," Carol corrected. "At work we call him Mr. Samuels."

"That's ridiculous, Carol!" Kayla said. "He's 19! You never asked us to call you Mrs. Samuels when you were the boss! And another thing, even if you did want your son to take over your company, why would you agree to be his PA? You've got an MBA, for hellsake! You're one of the most wealthy women in the country!"

"No job is too demeaning if you're doing it with enthusiasm!" Carol countered. "I just want to be the best Personal Assistant Mr. Samuels can have! Really, I find the work very fulfilling!"

"He's doing something to you, Carol!" Kayla insisted. "He's doing something to all of us, but you most of all! Think, Carol! Why would you choose to give up your company and become a tarted up secretary? Imagine it was some other man rather than your son. Would you debase yourself like this for another man?"

"Mr. Samuels isn't like other men, Kayla," Carol said. "He has talents that silly bimbos like us can't begin to understand!"

"We're not silly bimbos, Carol!" Kayla yelled.

"Oh, I don't know about that," said the young man from the doorway.

"Ted! I mean, Mr. Samuels!" Kayla exclaimed. "I.. I was just..."

"You were just trying to confuse Carol, Kayla," he said. "But that isn't right. Carol isn't confused. You are confused, Kayla."

"I....I am confused..." Kayla agreed.

"You really are a silly bimbo," he observed.

"I really am a silly bimbo, " she repeated. "I really am a silly, silly bimbo."

"Isn’t Kayla a silly bimbo, Carol?" He asked his mother.

"Such a silly bimbo, Mr. Samuels, Sir!" Carol agreed.

"You know, Kayla, I think I can help you better understand and embrace your position in the company," Mr. Samuels said. "Kneel down, please."

"Yes Sir, Mr. Samuels, Sir," Kayla said, sinking to her knees in front of him.

He undid his pants as Kayla stared at his crotch, trying to remember what she had been just trying to explain to Carol. But she couldn't remember. She was such a silly bimbo.

She gasped as Mr. Samuels revealed his turgid cock.

"You really want to give me a blowjob, Kayla, right her in front of Carol," Mr. Samuels explained. "You're so very proud of what a talented cocksucker you are and you want to impress everyone with how well you can suck dick."

"Yes Sir, Mr. Samuels, Sir!" Kayla agreed, her mouth watering, her mind thrilled at the opportunity to show her true talents, to show her value to her boss and the company.

She took his cock in hand and then between her lips.

"No job is too demeaning if you're doing it with enthusiasm!" Carol observed.

Carol was so right about that, Kayla thought as she began to bob her head along Mr. Samuels shaft. Some women might find it demeaning to suck their boss off on their knees, but not Kayla! This was what she excelled at! This was what made her valuable as an employee! This was how she found fullfillment! This was who she was! She was a bimbo cocksucker!

"Oh, you are very, very good at this, Kayla, " Mr. Samuels praised, stroking her blonde hair as she worked his dick deeper and deeper down her throat. "Isn’t she good at this, Carol?"

"Yes, Mr. Samuels! She's very good at sucking your pecker!" Carol agreed.

"Now, whenever you start to question why I'm the boss, Kayla, you're going to remember how good you feel right now. This is who you are. This is who you want to be," Mr. Samuels said.

"Mmng" she agreed around his cock. This was who she was. This was who she wanted to be.

Her boss came. She swallowed. Of course she swallowed. She was a professional.

"Thank you for the opportunity, Mr. Samuels, Sir," Kayla said as he withdrew his cock.

"Of course, Kayla!" He said. "As your boss, it's my pleasure to help you develop in your role here."

He held down a hand to help her back to her feet.

"Of course, I'm a little upset that you went to my personal assistant with your concerns instead of coming directly to me, Kayla," Mr. Samuels said.

"I... I was confused, Mr. Samuels, Sir, " she said, flushing with shame. "It won't happen again Sir!"

"I'm sure it won't," he said, patting her ass. "But I still think you should apologize to Carol for bothering her like that. "

"Oh! Oh yes! I'm so sorry, Carol! I never should have said anything to call into question Mr. Samuels! He's the best boss ever and we're lucky he's in charge of us!" Kayla proclaimed.

Carol giggled and nodded agreement.

"Oh, I think you can make a better apology than that, Kayla," said Mr. Samuels. "Carol, put your palms on your desk and show us that lovely ass."

"Right away, Mr. Samuels," Carol said, eagerly assuming the position she often took for her boss.

"Doesn't my mother have a lovely ass, Kayla?" He asked, rubbing the posterior in question.

"Very lovely, Sir!" Kayla agreed.

He peeled up her skirt to her waist, then pulled down her pantihoes to around her knees.

"I think you should apologize by eating Carol's ass," he said.

"Oh! Oh yes, Sir, Mr. Samuels, Sir!" Kayla exclaimed. "Thank you for the opportunity!"

She knelt back down and dove between Carol's ass cheeks with aplomb. No job was too demeaning if she was doing it with enthusiasm.

[thesympatheticdevil]

Unauthorized Use

You wanted to see me, Bernice?

Yes, Seth. Cyber Security detected unauthorized software being downloaded to your hard drive. MasterPC.

Oh, that! A friend of mine sent it to me and said it's a total game changer. I haven't had a chance to check it out, but I trust my friend. I'm sure it isn't anything malicious.

Well I certainly don't trust your 'friend '. Delete it immediately and then sign up for residual training on threat detection. You're just lucky you hadn’t actually run the program on a company machine.

I...I'm sorry, Bernice. I'll get rid of it.

15 minutes later

Hey, Seth! <giggle>

Wow, Bernice! You look great!

I do, don't I? <giggle> I wanted to let you know that I changed my mind! You can use that MasterPC thingy at work as much as you want!

That's very generous of you, Bernice!

I'm a generous boss, alright! <giggle> Speaking of which, would you like a blowjob? I really love giving blowjobs to my employees!

Actually, I would love a blowjob, Bernice!

Great! <giggle>

Master PC is the creation of JR Parz

[thesympatheticdevil]

Why did you turn me into a bimbo? I didn't wish for that! You're, like, a Genie! I'm suppota get wishes!

I'm not that sort of Genie, Jugsy.

There are different kinds of Genies?

Yes! There are the ones trapped in bottles and lamps and rings, cursed to grant wishes to idiots that come into possession of the object, and then there's those of us who have broken the curse but choose to maintain residence in our objects just to fuck with arrogant, stupid humans.

So you're, like, gonna fuck me?

What do you think, Bimbo?

I don't! <giggle> But I really wish you would!

You really wish?! ... okay, fine. But this doesn't count as granting wishes!

Whatever you say, Master! <giggle>

[thesympatheticdevil]

It was supposed to be the happiest day of Brittany's life. After over a year of planning, Brittany was having her dream wedding at last. Ben had looked so handsome in his tux. All their closest friends and family were there.

Then her ex boyfriend Rex showed up with a bimbo gun. He hit Ben first with the sparkling pink ray and Brittany's groom became a giggling stacked brunette wearing a white tie and a black string monokini. Brittany had screamed as the pink beam swung to Reverend Travers who grinned demonically as she filled out a latex fetish nun's habit. All Brittany could think was that Reverend Travers wasn't even Catholic.

But Rex had already turned the gun on her bridesmaids, their matching mauve dresses becoming obscene cheerleader uniforms that barely contained their enormous tits and asses. Brittany's mom then got hit and grew the biggest set of tits yet as they stretched the white sleeveless t-shirt she was wearing to near bursting, distorting the fucia lettering that identified her as MILF of the BRIDE.

Brittany stared in shock, immobilized with horror, as guest after guest became an overstuffed bimbo, many of whom stared making out with each other. How could any of this be happening?

And then Rex yelled out "Hey, everyone! Look at Brittany!"

All the bimbos turned to her, grinning and giggling in anticipation as the sparkling pink ray hit her and made all the horror go away.

And now her she was on her honeymoon as Rex's bimbo sex toy. It really was the happiest day of her life.

Brittany Andrews

[thesympatheticdevil]

The Survey

"Good morning, Ma'am!" Said the taller of the two young men that approached Fernanda on the street. "We're from the local Mind Control Club and we're conducting a survey. Would you mind answering a few questions?"

Fernanda frowned.

"What is Mind Control Club?" She asked, not liking the sound of it at all.

The young men grinned all the wider and chuckled.

"We get that a lot," said the shorter of the pair. "Unfortunately, if we tell you before you answer the questions, it invalidates the survey."

"Oh," she said, feeling more disappointed than she would have thought she would be.

"But we'd be delighted to explain all about it once you complete the survey!" The taller one clarified.

Fernanda perked up. She really did want to know what Mind Control Club was. Answering a few questions was a small price to pay for satisfying her curiosity. She agreed to be surveyed and introduced herself, learning in turn that the tall one was Stan and his shorter companion was Oliver.

"OK, first question is Do you believe in free will? That you are in control of the decisions you make?" Stan asked.

"Oh yes!" She said. "Free will is a gift from God!"

The young men nodded and Oliver wrote something down on a clipboard.

"Do you believe your free will can be influenced by other people?" Stan continued.

Fernanda paused. She'd never really thought about that.

"Well, I guess everyone is influenced by the people around them, no?" She conceded. "That's almost inevitable."

"So your answer is yes?" The one with the clipboard asked hopefully.

"Oh, yes. My answer is yes. Do all my answers need to be yes or no?" She asked.

"The important thing is that you share your honest thoughts and opinions, Fernanda," said Stan. "We want you to be comfortable answering our questions."

"Oh... oh yes, I'm very comfortable," she assured them.

"Of course, it does help if you give a clear yes or no, just so we know exactly what you think and there aren't any misunderstandings," Oliver added.

"That makes sense," Fernanda agreed.

"Would you be more comfortable if we finished the survey in your home?" Stan asked.

"Yes!" She said without hesitation and smiled at Oliver, wanting him to be happy she was giving helpful answers, then frowned. "Wait... was that a survey question?"

"No, but thank you for being honest," said Stan. "Let's go inside."

Fernanda laughed and led them into her home. It was important to be able to laugh at herself. She'd be much more comfortable finishing the survey inside.

"You have a lovely home, Fernanda, " Stan said as Oliver locked the front door behind them. "How many bedrooms?"

"Three," she said, realizing it wasn't a survey question, just polite interest. "It's just me and my husband here, so one room is ah great room and the other is my office. I work from home."

"And your husband doesn't?" Oliver asked.

"No, he commutes into the city," Fernanda said. "You'll need to come back in the evening if you want him to take the survey."

"We just might," Stan said. "But for right now, we should finish asking you questions. Would you be more comfortable in the guest bedroom or the bedroom you share with your husband? "

"Oh! I.., I guess since you are guests, the guest bedroom would be best," she reasoned.

She had assumed they would finish the survey in the living room but of course a bedroom would be the most comfortable. She led them up the stairs.

"You have a lovely ass, Fernanda," Stan observed as they climbed the stairs. "Very thick."

"Thank you," she said, taking the compliment to her Hass the same way she had taken the compliment to her home. "That's kind of you to notice."

In the guest bedroom , she sat on the bed while they continued to stand. They insisted everyone would be more comfortable that way and then resumed the survey.

"Okay, Fernanda, if someone was influencing your free will, changing your thoughts, behaviors and attitudes, do you think you would notice? " Stan asked.

"Yes," she said, confidently, nodding to Oliver so he knew he could write down her positive answer. "I would totally know it if that happened."

"Has anyone ever made you behave in a way that was counter to your morals and values?" He asked.

"No," Fernanda said, shaking her head. "I don't believe anyone could do that."

"Would you ever cheat on your husband? " he asked.

Fernanda blushed and exclaimed "No! No, of course not!"

"No offense intended, Fernanda," Stan said. "I have to ask for the survey, to get an understanding of your moral standards."

"Oh... oh, well, if it's for the survey, it's all right then," she said.

"Thank you, Fernanda," he said. "Now, have you ever had sexual fantasies about anyone othe4 than your husband?"

Fernanda blushed but reminded herself it was for the survey.

"Yes," she admitted, but quickly added, "but everyone does that! It doesn't count!"

"We're not judging you, Fernanda," Stan assured her. "We're just gaging your opinions and standards. There's no reason to be uncomfortable."

That was true, of course. She was ready for the next question.

"Have you ever masturbated to fantasy about people other than your husband?" He asked.

"Yes. Yes I have," she confessed, not feeling a need to clarify.

Oliver wrote down her answer.

"Okay, the next few questions ate about your attitudes about mind control, " said Stan. "For the purpose of this survey, mind control is the use of techniques, scientific or magical, to subvert a person's free will and make them think, act, feel and behave in ways they wouldn't naturally do. Is that definition clear?"

"Yes," Fernanda said. She had forgotten this survey was for their mind control club. What was mind control club again? Oh right. They couldn't tell her until after the survey.

"Okay," Stan continued. "Some women report finding the idea of mind control sexually arousing. Some have speculated that this is because losing control of their free will is a loophole that let's them enjoy sexual activities that their repressive upbringing and religious beliefs make impossible to enjoy otherwise. Do you feel that you could let go of your sexual inhibitions if you were being mind controled?"

She had to think about that for a moment. That question had layers. But of course, if someone was subverting her free will, she wouldn't have to feel guilty about anything. She'd be completely blameless and shameless!

"Yes," she agreed. "I would lose all sexual inhibitions if I was being mind controled."

Oliver wrote it down.

"Will you strip down to your underwear in front of us?" Stan asked.

"Yes!" She said, glad of another easy question, and pulled off her top before seeking to clarify. "Was that a survey question?"

"Yes. Yes it was, Fernanda," Stan said. "You're doing great!"

Oliver wrote her answer down on the chipboard without looking at it, watching her remove her shoes and pants instead, grinning broadly at her great survey answers.

She sat back down to continue the survey.

"You have lovely titties, Fernanda," Stan observed as they bounced upon her sitting down. "Doesn't she have lovely titties Oliver?"

"Lovely, " Oliver agreed.

Fernanda giggled. It was nice to be appreciated.

"Okay, next question," said Stan. "As I mentioned earlier, some women find the idea of someone taking over their free will and turning them into a helpless sextoy with no choice but to be overwhelmed by lust sexually arousing. Are you one of those women who find the idea of being mind controlled arousing?"

"Yes," she admitted shamelessly. "It's so hot!"

Her panties were getting damp.

"Do you think you are likely to masterbate while fantasizing about being mind controled by one or more persons in the near future?" Stan asked.

"Oh hell yes!" Fernanda agreed.

"Do you believe being mind controled would make it easier to reach orgasm?" Stan asked.

"Yes! Yes! YES!" Fernanda answered. "It could make me come like crazy!"

"Can we see those big titties without the bra?" He asked.

"Yep," she agreed and freed her jugs, tossing the bra at Oliver, who let it drape across the clipboard.

"Amazing! Okay! Just a few more questions, Fernanda," said Stan. "Now, a subset of mind control fetish goes by the name of bimbofication. Are you familiar with bimbofication?"

"No," she admitted with a frown. "I don’t think so."

"Bimbofication involves women transforming into bimbos," Stan explained. "It often involves body modification such as breast expansion, but at its core, it's more about mental changes. It's about a woman giving up her intellect and self-respect to embrace her role as a sexual object. The mind controller believe that she's too dumb and silly and horny to be anything but arm candy in public and a cum dumpster in private. So now, with that understanding of bimbofication, do you find the concept of forced bimbofication by a mind controller arousing?"

Fernanda giggled.

"YES! Yes I do!" She exclaimed.

"And do you want to be a bimbo, Fernanda?" He asked.

"YES!YES!YES! <GIGGLE> I WANNA BE A BIMBO!" Fernanda cried, then shuddered as a small orgasm hit her and Oliver wrote it down.

"Okay, Fernanda, we just have a few demographic questions to finish up the survey, if that's okay," Stan said.

"Anything you want is okay, Stan!" Fernanda said, then giggled.

"Great! Are you a slut, Fernanda?" He asked.

"YES! I'm a SLUT!" She affirmed and Oliver wrote.

"And are you bimbo, Fernanda?" He asked.

"YES! I'm a BIMBO!" She affirmed and Oliver wrote.

"So then, last question, Fernanda," Stan said. "Are you a bimboslut?"

"YES!YES!YES! <GIGGLE> I'M A TOTAL BIMBOSLUT!" Fernanda yelled. "AND I FUCKING LOVE IT SO FUCKING MUCH! OH GOD! OH GOD! I'M COMING! I'M COMING MY BIMBO BRAINS OUT! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

She collapsed on the bed, racked with wave after wave of pleasure as her mind melted and everything became beautiful as giggles echoed through her skull.

"Thank you for participating in our survey, " Stan said when she was able to get up again. "Your willingness to answer questions helps us better understand bimbosluts such as yourself."

Fernanda giggled.

"I like to help!" She said.

"Of course you do, sweetness," Stan said. "Now, if you are still interested, we can explain about Mind Control Club."

"I don't know anything about Mind Control Club," she confessed. "But aren't you both gonna fuck me now?"

"Do you want us to fuck you now, Fernanda?" He asked.

"YES!" She exclaimed.

It was the easiest question yet!

[thesympatheticdevil]

Uses for a Hairbrush

Beatrice scowled at her nephew when he came home.

"We need to talk, Charles," she said.

"What's up, Auntie Bea?" He asked.

"I've asked you not to call me that," she reminded him. "And I've asked you to stay out of my bedroom and master bathroom as a condition of me renting you a room while you're in college. Yet my hair brush was not in the place I left it this morning. I always keep everything in my grooming drawer in parallel rows, but I found my hairbrush at a 20 degree angle to everything else in the drawer!"

"I, um," her nephew stammered.

"Why were you in my private bathroom, Charles?" She demanded. "Is there something wrong with the bathroom upstairs?"

"No, it's fine I... I really didn't think you'd notice , Aunt Beatrice," he said,

"That's hardly an excuse, Charles," she said. "You've betrayed my trust and violated my boundaries. I think our agreement is at an end. I will give you a week to find new lodging out of respect for your parents."

"I... thank you, Aunt Beatrice," he said. "That’s kind of you. I'm sorry for disappointing you. I'll go start looking for a new place."

Beatrice raised an eyebrow. She had expected an argument. But her nephew slunk on up the stairs to his attic bedroom, presumably to look for a new place to live. It was for the best. Beatrice wanted her quiet life back. She'd lived alone for a decade before she agreed to let out the room to her nephew and another decade alone sounded good. The young man would figure something out and learn to respect other people's property!

She opened up her bible, turned to Ezekiel 23 and started her nighly reading. Maybe if Charles had accepted her invitation to come with her to church, he'd have learned to make better choices!

But Beatrice was just a few verses in when she started feeling drowsy. She caught herself rereading the same verse over and over, not quite understanding what it was saying. It was so warm. Had Charles adjusted the thermostat? Naughty Charles. He wad a naughty, naughty boy.

She reread verse 20 again. She was dizzy and a little confused and so warm and sleepy. The bible slid out of her hands and she jerked awake. She was too tired to read. She should go to bed. She left the bible on the floor and grabbed her hairbrush. Hers, not Charles'! Her hairbrush! Ownership was important!

She staggered to her bedroom and lay her hairbrush on her bed. She was so warm and sleepy and confused. Time for bed. Time to take off her clothes. Too warm.

She removed her clothing with clumsy fingers and dropped each article to the floor. That was bad. Naughty. But she was so warm and sleepy... She could pick her clothes up in the morning. No one would know. It was her bedroom. No one else was allowed in her bedroom. She dropped her bra to the floor and peeled off her panties. She should put on a nightgown, but it was too warm for a nightgown.

She could sleep naked. It was naughty, but no one would know.

She sat naked on the edge of her bed and blinked, trying to think. Something was off. Why did she feel so strange? It was so hard to think, so hard to know what was happening. Did it matter? She was so sleepy. Warm and sleepy and confused and...

She flopped back, then gasped and sat back up. Something had bitten into her back! She bent around and saw her hairbrush. Her hairbrush, not Charles'. Her bedroom. She picked it up. Her hairbrush, her bedroom, just for her.

She started brushing her long, dark hair. She always kept it in a tight bun outside her bedroom and bathroom. She was the only one who knew how long and pretty and soft it was. It was her secret. Her naughty secret.

Naughty? Having long pretty hair wasn't naughty, was it?

Unless it was naughty how much she enjoyed brushing it. Stroke after stroke after stroke. It felt so good! Did Charles suspect how much she enjoyed stroking her hair? Is that why he wanted to touch her hairbrush?

Was it bad that she was enjoying it so much? Was it naughty? She stroked and stroked her hair. It felt so good. She felt so good. So warm, so good, so soft, so silky.

She tossed her head to the side, flipping her hair over her shoulder to drape over her bare right breast. It felt nice. Her breasts seemed bigger somehow. Fuller and firmer and younger. That was strange... wasn't it?

She stroked her hair with her hairbrush, her nipples rising. It wasn't so strange. It was nice. Everything was nice. Nice hair, nice breasts, nice hairbrush. She hummed softly to herself and stroked her hair with the hairbrush, holding tight to the thick lacquered handle. Such a nice hairbrush. Such a nice, firm-handled hairbrush.

She lay back on her quilted coverlet. Her hair felt nice against her back. Her breasts bounced and jiggled. They were definitely bigger, but that was fine. Everything was fine and good and nice and warm and happy. She had brushed her hair and that was good. She brushed her hair every night, so that was normal. Nothing to be concerned about. She always brushed the hair on her head.

On her head. She had other hair, of course. She had never brushed that hair. Why not? Brushing her hair was nice. There was every reason to enjoy brushing her hair.

She lowered the hairbrush to her crotch and gently stroked the soft bristles of her hairbrush down the soft hairs of her bush. She gasped and quivered. It was nice. So nice.

She stroked again. It was good to brush her hair. She was taking care if herself. Taking care of Beatrice. Yes, it was important to take care of Beatrice and brush her hair. Stroke and stroke and stroke. She let our a little moan.

After a while she raised her hairbrush up to her face and looked at it with blurry eyes. Some of the bristles were damp, droplets of moisture shining in the light of her bedroom. She sniffed. It smelle nice. So nice. It was such a good hairbrush, her hair brush. It's soft bristles felt so good stroking along her hair. All her hair. Its thick, smooth handle felt so good in her hand. So good in her hand and...

She grabbed hold of her hairbrush by the head and pressed the thick handle between her labia. She gasped and shuddered. This was what she needed! This was how to take care of herself! She plunged the handle into herself and gave a choked squeal. Her hips thrust up, Her effluvia moistended the fingers of the hand that held the hairbrush.

She reached down with her other hand and found her long-neglected clitoris. It sent lightning bolts up her spine at the sudden attention and Beatrice gasped.

"So nice! So nice! So nice! " She gibbered, clenching at the handle of her hairbrush with her sex as she pressed the implement deeper inside of her and diddled and diddled with abandoned.

The world exploded in pink stars and Beatrice cried out, not caring who heard or even aware such a thing was possible. She was the center of the universe! There was nothing but her and her bed and her hairbrush and the unending waves of pleasure that was making all of them shuddered and tremble.

She passed out with a weak cry of ecstasy.

***

"Good morning, Auntie Bea! Did you sleep well?" Charles asked.

Bea giggled.

"I slept wonderfully, Charles!" She said. "I feel like a whole new person! Did you leave me this new outfit while I was sleeping?"

"Yes. I'm sorry for sneaking into your bedroom, but you fell asleep with the light on and the door open and I didn't think any of your old clothes would fit you this morning," he said.

Bea giggled.

"Not even a little bit!" She agreed. "This outfit is so naughty, though, I'll only be able to wear it around the house! But there's no reason you and I can't enjoy it!"

"So you don't want me to move out anymore? " he asked.

"Noooo!" She said, shaking her head vigorously so her long dark tresses brushed along her enormous new boobs. "I'm sorry I got so mad! You didn't know how special my hairbrush is to me!"

"Yes, I saw how much you liked it when I dropped off your new outfit and turned out the light" he confided.

Bea blushed and giggled. Charles knew that she was naughty!

"I'm really sorry I took your hairbrush without permission," he said. "I needed to get some of your hair to cast a magic spell with. I wanted it to be a surprise when you got younger and grew enormous titties, but I shouldn't have violated your space."

"Aw! You did this?" She asked, gesturing at her new body.

"Yes, I've actually been studying magic instead of going to class," he confessed. "You're the first person I tried a spell this big on!"

"It's a big spell alright!' She agreed, hefting her enormous... what had Charles called them? Titties! Bea liked that! She had enormous titties! "I'm so glad you chose me!"

"It was the least I could do after you've been so generous with me, Auntie Bea, letting me live her even if I'm not allowed in every part of the house."

"That was stingy of me," Bea admitted. "You can use my bathroom whenever you want from now on."

"Actually I'd rather have full access to your bedroom, Auntie Bea," he told her.

Bea giggled.

"I was hoping you would!" She confessed.

"Can we use your hairbrush?" He asked.

She squealed and scampered back to her bedroom, her nephew close behind.

Models Miss Elizabeth and Honey Bee

[thesympatheticdevil]

You're, like, really good at this game!

You were too at the start, KiKi! You just hit a streak of bad luck.

I guess... I probably shouldn’t have agreed to the side bet. But I was doing so good before that!

You had no reason to think you wouldn't continue to do well when I proposed changing something about our opponent with every ball sunk.

Yeah, but I haven't gotten to change anything about you and you've changed all kinda things about me! You even made me like you changing me!

Should I not have done that?

No, of course you should have! I love that you did it! But because of that and you making me so dumb and gullible, I'm not even sure if I would have liked it before when I was... when I was... I forgot my old name.

But you like being KiKi, don't you KiKi?

I LUV being KiKi! <giggle> But I still wish I could at least sink one ball!

Why, KiKi? What do you want to change about me?

Well, since you made me so horny for you when you sank the 8 ball, it would only be fair if I could make you horny for me too!

But I'm already horny for you, you silly bimbo!

You are? <giggle> Never mind then!

And since the game is over, I should probably take you home.

Yes, Please!

I think you had so much trouble because of how you were handling your pool cue. Once I gave you those massive titties, you needed to adjust how you handle the stick to compensatefor their mass. I can give you some pointers on that once we're alone. It might keep you from getting hustled in the future.

You're so good to me! <giggle>

[thesympatheticdevil]

Just Asking Questions

OK, are there any questions not already answered by the syllabus? Yes, you in the black t-shirt.

Hey, Professor, did anyone ever tell you that you look a lot like Lisa Ann?

I... don't know who that is. Or how it's relevant.

You don't? You've never heard of the famous actress, Lisa Ann, star of the Who's Nailin' Palin series?

Again, I don't know who she is and more importantly your question has nothing yo do with this course and is entirely inappropriate.

Do you think no one ever tells you that you look like Lisa Ann because you really don't look like her that much? Wouldn't it be cool if you did? Wouldn't it be amazing if one of your students developed the ability to warp reality by asking questions and used it to make you look more like Lisa Ann? Did anyone ever tell you students would pay more attention to you if you looked like Lisa Ann?

Alright, this is completely inappropriate and I'm going to ask you to leave my classroom now. I... I'm not feeling well. Everyone, out!

But professor, if I paid my tuition, doesn't that makes me your customer? Didn't anyone ever tell you the customer is always right?

The customer... is always right?

Do you remember who the famous MILF porn star Lisa Ann is now?

I... yes. Yes, I know who the famous MILF porn star Lisa Ann is.

How often do people tell you you look like Lisa Ann?

All the time! It happens a lot. It's annoying and inappropriate but it happens.

Didn't anyone ever tell you you should take it as a compliment? Didn't you realize that most women aspire to look like Lisa Ann and that you're lucky that you look so much like her?

Well, I guess that's true...

And shouldn't you do everything you can to emulate Lisa Ann? Shouldn't you dress like her and act like her and be like her?

I should! I should and I will and I do!

And now that the rest of the class is gone, what are you going to do to me?

I'm going to fuck you, young man. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before! Any questions about that?

No ma'am, no more questions.

[thesympatheticdevil]

FIVE MINUTES MORE

"Mercy, Nelson! This place is a mess!" Joyce exclaimed, havinglet herself in. "Are those alcohol bottles? Where is your mother? Has she seen this?"

"Seen it? Hell, she was the biggest contributor! That slut is such a sloppy drunk, throwing bottles and clothing around!" Her nephew said.

"Nelson! " She exclaimed "I can't believe you would say such a thing! Look at me when I'm talking to you, young man!"

"Kinda busy, Aunt Joyce," he said from behind his computer. "Give me five minutes. "

"I will NOT give you five minutes!" She said. "I'll give you to the COUNT of five to put away that computer and tell me where your mother is! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FI.... huh?"

She had stalked towards him as she counted, intent on closing the impudent young man’s computer for him, when she saw an image of herself rotating on the screen. Closer inspection showed an open tab labeled Personality. Joyce read what was written there, finding it difficult for some reason.

Joyce is a gullible bimbo that doesn't like to think very hard about anything, has a short attention span and can be easily convinced of things. She goes through life never quite sure of what's happening but she loves to be praised and is a real people pleaser.

"Hey!" She said after sounding it out. "Is that, like, an insult or something?"

"Oh no! Of course not, Aunt Joyce! When the kids today say someone is a bimbo, that's a total compliment!" He clarified.

"It is?" She asked, amazed.

"Definitely! Calling a woman a bimbo just means she's pretty and fun to be with!" He elaborated. "I call Franie a bimbo, and she's my mother! I wouldn't call her that if it was an insult, would I?"

Joyce wrinkled her nose in confusion.

"I thought your mother was Frances," she said.

"Franie is a nickname for Frances," he clarified. "Bimbos love having nicknames. They're fun!"

"Oh! Should I have a nickname since I'm a bimbo?" She asked. "If Frances is Franie than am I... Joyie?"

"I think I'll call you Sugar, since you're so sweet!" He said.

Joyce giggled at that and blushed and preened. Then had a thought.

"I should tell Frances to call me Sugar now and I can call her Franie! I was coming over to ask her about something... I think. Is she here?" Sugar asked.

"She is, but she's still asleep," he explained. "We had a party last night and she stayed up late and she forgot to take her vitamins, so she's really tired this morning."

"Oh no!" Sugar exclaimed.

"Did you remember to take your vitamins, Aunt Sugar?" He asked.

"I... I don't remember! " She confessed.

"Oh, Aunt Sugar! A woman your age needs to take her vitamins! You want to keep that beautiful glowing skin of yours, don't you?"

"You think I have beautiful glowing skin?" She asked and giggled.

"Yes, but you won't keep it without vitamins! Let me get you some!" He insisted.

Aunt Sugar followed him to the kitchen and he got her a glass half-filled with orange juice, then topped it off with clear liquid from a glass bottle.

"These are liquid vitamins," he explained. "They’re more bioavailable because they enter your blood more quickly."

"You're so smart," she observed and took a drink.

She coughed and sputtered.

"They’re really strong vitamins, so they burn going down, " he explained. "The orange juice helps, but it's best if you swallow it as quickly as possible."

"Oh... okay," she said, and gulped it down as quickly as possible. She coughed again and her eyes watered, but she showed her empty glass to her nephew.

"Good Girl, Aunt Sugar!" He praised. "That's the way to stay healthy and beautiful as you age! Your skin is glowing more already!"

"It is?" She asked happily.

"Totally! Better not take too much more or you'll look so young people will think you're my girlfriend instead of my Auntie," he said.

She giggled.

"Nuh-uh!" She said.

"Drink another glass and see!" He said, grabbing her glass and refilling it.

Sugar giggled and did as she was told. Nelson went back to his computer. She followed and saw that the rotating depiction of her now had glowing pink cheeks! The vitamins were working and even the computer knew it!

Her nephew was typing something in a window labeled Miscellaneous.

Joyce has a very low tolerance for alcohol and gets sexually aroused and promiscuous when drunk.

"I don't drink alcohol," she pointed out as he clicked update.

"That's probably for the best, since you get drunk so easily and get so slutty when you're drunk," he said.

"Hey! Don'callmeslushy!" She slurred as the room started spinning.

"I only said you're slutty when you're drunk, Aunt Sugar, " he pointed out. "And you don't drink alcohol, so it's a moot point!"

"Iss a moo point?" She asked. "Was a moo point?"

"Moo like a cow and I'll tell you," he said.

She snorted at the absurdity, but if he really wanted her to she guessed it couldn't hurt.

"Mooo!" She said. "Mooo! Mooo! MOOO!"

"Good Girl, Auntie Sugar!" He praised. "You're such a pretty cow!"

Sugar giggled and blushed. Her nephew thought she was pretty. That made her feel so happy and warm and... she blushed harder as she realized her panties were getting damp.

"Oh wait! I wanted to show you something! " He turned back to his computer where her image still spun and clicked the tab marked Body. He found her age and slid it down to 25 and Joyce's avatar became much younger. He updated and Joyce's body followed suit.

"The Master PC program can change things about you," he explained. "I told you people might think you're my girlfriend instead of my Aunt!"

Sugar gasped! He had said that! And now she was 25 again! And she could be her nephew's girlfriend!

"Don’t worry, I only took Franie down to 28 years, so you're still the younger sister," he said.

"Oh! So Franie is," she looked at her fingers, which were a little blurry, then gave up on math. "Older."

"Yes, though I made her quite a bit hotter than you," he said.

Sugar gasped, then pouted.

"Would you like me to make you hotter too, Auntie Sugar? " he offered.

"Yes, please!" She said.

And with a few quick adjustments, she was sporting a massive rack and all the other accoutrement worthy of the bimbo she had become.

"OMG!" She giggled. "Am I hotter than Franie now?"

"Well, you're a hot piece of ass, Sugartits," he said. "But I can't be sure how hot you are without sticking my dick in you."

Sugartits giggled as he took off his pants. She really was going to be his girlfriend! She wondered if her sister would mind.

Master PC is the creation of JR Parz

[thesympatheticdevil]

GIVE ME FIVE MINUTES

"Nelson! What is this MasterPC program I saw on your computer?" Frances demanded. "There is only one Master in this house and that's our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ! I won't abide false gods in my household! I knew I should never have agreed to send you to that university! What sort of things are the teaching you there?"

"Calm down, Mom!" Her son said. "I'm an adult! I have a right to make my own choices!"

"You might choose to go to hell, but not on my watch and not under my roof!" She said. "I read what that wicked thing said! 'the Master allows you to become a virtual god to the people around you!' indeed! Of all the wicked, blasphemous things on Satan's internet, this has to be the worst!"

"It's not as bad as you think, Mom," he said. "Give me five minutes and if I can't convince you that it's a good thing, I'll delete it from my computer and even let you reinstall the parental controls on it."

Frances frowned. She really didn't understand computers and had never been able to enforce any of her rules. This might be her best chance of reining in her son's wicked ways.

"Okay, five minutes, " she said. "But I'm certain nothing you can say will convince me that anything claiming to be aa Master and make you a god isn't wicked!"

"That's fair," he agreed. "Let me just show you."

He typed her name into a field in the program and suddenly a little picture of her appeared in a window, slowly spinning.

"What in the name of all that's holy?" She gasped.

Her son tapped on a tab labeled "Personality" and in a window labeled Core Beliefs it said:

Frances is a true believing evangelical Christian who tries to follow her understanding of her religion and insists that everyone else do the same.

Well,that was true. But why did this website have information about her? And a picture of her too?

She was about to ask her son if he had shared information about her on this wicked website when he highlighted the description and cleared it. He then rapidly typed:

Frances in a wild hedonistic party girl who loves to rebel against her evangelical upbringing and enjoy anything wicked or sinful.

Frances gasped.

"Nelson Donald Anderson! Don't you dare post that slander about me on the internet!" She demanded.

She lunged at his laptop just as he hit enter. The universe flickered for a second.

Frances blinked in confusion and then a wicked grin slowly took over her face.

"Did that thing change me?" She asked. "Like, for real?"

"What do you think, Mom?" Nelson smirked. "Do you feel like a Jesus freak or a party girl?"

Frances gave a naughty chuckle and decided to try out new vocabulary.

"I feel like a fucking party girl and it's goddamn fucking awesome!" She exclaimed, tossing her bible to the side. "Shit, Nelson! You convinced me! This MasterPC thing is fucking awesome!"

She tingled at the thrill of using forbidden words.

"My five minutes aren't up yet, Mom!" Nelson said. "I can make an even more convincing argument!"

He clicked on the body tab. The Age window had a slider. He slid it down to 28 and clicked the update button. Frances gasped as she shed years

"Jesus Fucking Christ!" She exclaimed. "I haven't felt this good in years! You made me young again, Nelson! <giggle> I'm just a few years older than you now! No one will believe I'm your mother!"

"It can change a lot more about your body, Mom!" He told her. "How big would you like me to make your titties?"

Frances blushed.

"I'm still your mother, Nelson," she said. "Even if I'm wicked now, you taking an interest in my titties is kind of creepy, isn't it?"

"It doesn't have to be," he said and clicked a tab labeled Relationships.

Frances trusts her son Nelson implicitly because she knows he's much smarter than her and has good judgment. She loves to please him in every way. She's deeply attracted to him sexually and thrilled by the taboo nature of their relationship.

"I don't know about th.." she started as he clicked update.

"Now, Franie, how big should I make your titties?" He asked.

"How big do you want my titties, Stud?" She asked, delighted at the nickname and her son's interest in her jugs.

"Really fucking big!" He exclaimed.

"Then give me really fucking big titties, please!" Franie begged.

He did, along with an outfit to contain them and bleached blonde hair to go with them.

"Jesus, Nelson!" She said. "I love these funbafs so much! But I'm gonna have a hard time lugging them around. I might need to spend a lot of time on my back!"

Nelson chuckled.

"Well, my five minutes are up," he said. "If you're still convinced I should keep the Master PC program, we can head to your bedroom and let you lie down."

"Oh, I'm convinced, " she said, closing the laptop. "You should definitely keep it."

Master PC is the creation of JR Parz

[thesympatheticdevil]

EXPECTED

Mr. Wizard, Sir? That weed you sold us kinda turned us into babes.

<giggle>

You bought drugs from a wizard. What did you expect?

Um, like, maybe... more?

Yes! <giggle> More please!

Well, the price has gone up, but I'm sure we can negotiate something. Follow me, ladies.

<giggle><giggle>

[thesympatheticdevil]

ZAHRA'S OPINION

"Hey, Zahra. Looks like we lost the Patterson account to Chiron Investments," Fred announced.

"What? That's ridiculous! " Zahra exclaimed. "Did they say why?"

"Mr. Patterson said it was their HR policies, actually," he told her. "And he's not the only client we've lost to Chiron that said that."

"That doesn't make any sense at all!" Zahra decreed. "Who changes companies for their HR policies?"

"I don't understand it," Fred shrugged. "But I reached out to Chiron's new company president, Corbin Stewart, and he actually seems like a really nice guy. He said he'd be delighted to come by tomorrow and talk about recent innovations they're making at Chiron. He specifically asked if you could attend. And I'd love to have your opinion about what he has to say."

"Me?" Zahra asked. "How does he know me? I'd never even heard of him before he was suddenly company president!"

Fred shrugged.

"Corporate espionage would be my guess," Fred said. "He might be head hunting you! But even if his offer isn't as friendly as it seems, I think we have to take the meeting. Can you do 10 am?"

"Fine," said Zahra, anticipating a time waste at best.

***

Corbin Stewart was not what Zahra expected. He was much too young to be a company president, for one thing, and he dressed like an IT guy. Five minutes into their conversation, it was revealed he had been an IT guy just a few months ago. It was bizarre, really.

And he was entirely too friendly and relaxed for a meeting with direct competitors! He was especially friendly towards Zahra, though his frequent grins at her seemed somehow hungry.

"So, Corbin, explain to Zahra your innovative HR policies that you mentioned to me on the phone, " Fred encouraged.

Zahra looked at her boss sharply. Why hadn't he told her about these mysterious policies if he already knew?

"I'd be happy to!" The young president exclaimed. "You see, Zahra, when I rose to power, I instituted a Mandatory Bimbofication Policy throughout the company! "

Zahra started at the man in shocked disbelief.

"What in the hell is that? " She demanded.

"It's exactly what it sounds like," Corbin grinned guilelessly. "Every woman in the company, from senior V.P.'s like yourself, to the college interns to the cleaning staff, has been required to undergo bimbofication! The improvement in both employee morale and client satisfaction has been remarkable!"

Zahra stammered and seethed. He couldn't possibly be serious?

"What on earth is bimbofication?" She demanded.

"Exactly what it says on the tin!" Corbin assured her. "I've turned all the women in my company into bimbos! "

Zahra glared at her boss.

"Did you know about this, Fred?" She demanded. "Are you going to just stand there while he spouts sexist nonsense? "

Fred held up defensive hands.

"Now Zahra, I don't know that we can make a judgment just yet," he said. "Yes, Corbin's management approach is unorthodox, but you can't argue with his results!"

"Argue with his results?" Zahra demanded. "He just said all the women that work for him are bimbos! "

"Well, they are," Corbin shrugged. "They're quite happy about the fact, really. Proud of it even."

Zahra fumed and her head spun. This couldn't be real!

"Really, Zahra, if you'd just calm down and keep an open mind, I think you'll start to see that there are many advantages to our Mandatory Bimbofication Policy," he said, grinning intensely at her.

"Calm down? Open mind?" She repeated, incredulous. "Advantages?"

"It's kind of warm in here," he observed. "Why don’t you take off your jacket, Zahra? It will help you calm down."

He was right about it being warm so she did take her jacket off. Not that she wasn't still incensed! But she wasn't going to get anywhere by blowing up in front of everyone. She needed to calm down. Taking off the jacket helped.

"Corbin told me that you could be reasonable, " Fred said. "When he was extolling the benefits of a Mandatory Bimbofication Policy, I said most of the women here would never go for it, But he said if I introduced you to him he was confident he could get you on board, and if you agreed to the Mandatory Bimbofication Policy, all the other women would quickly follow suit."

"I...I never agreed to a Mandatory Bimbofication Policy! " Zahra pointed out.

"Of course you didn't! " Corbin said, turning up the wattage of his grin. "But you're clearly keeping an open mind and not getting overly upset, so you're the perfect woman to help Fred evaluate whether or not your company could benefit from a Mandatory Bimbofication Policy! "

Zahra was confused. It sounded like a compliment, like both Fred and Corbin valued her opinion. But they valued her opinion about women at the office being turned into bimbos? Didn't that cancel out them valuing her opinion?

"I... I have an opinion..." Zahra said.

"Of course you do!" Corbin said. "But I think Fred would really like it in writing, wouldn’t you Fred?"

"That would be best," her boss agreed. "Why don’t you sit down and write out all your thoughts about whether or not we should institute a Mandatory Bimbofication Policy here."

"I know you'll give it a thorough, fair analysis, " Corbin said, handing her a pen. "You're a calm, open-minded woman after all."

She took the pen and sat at the indicated desk. She was calm and open-minded, after all. And these men valued her opinion. That was good, right? That was what she wanted.

Her bra felt really uncomfortable. She couldn't think about that right now. She needed to give these men her opinion of the Mandatory Bimbofication Policy.

"We'll just be right over here if you have questions, " Corbin told her and led her boss over to near the doorway where they whispered quietly, occasionally glancing her way.

"Mandatory Bimbofication Policy" Zahra wrote across the top of the paper.

Then "My Opinion".

Then "by Zahra Osman"

That was how you started a paper, right? That was good progress. God, her bra was tight! What was she doing?

She looked at the paper in front of her. Mandatory Bimbofication Policy. That was right, No, that was wrong! Right? But they wanted her opinion. That was good, at least, right? So that was a good thing about the Mandatory Bimbofication Policy, at least. Her opinion about it mattered. The men said so. She should stay calm and be open-minded.

Thet wanted her opinion. Her opinion of the Mandatory Bimbofication Policy. She needed to write it down.

What was her opinion of the Mandatory Bimbofication Policy? She should start by writing down the pros and cons! That was right! That was how you wrote something like this! You gave the advantages and disadvantages and then used those to explain your opinion! She could do this!

"Pros" she wrote.

There were advantages to a Mandatory Bimbofication Policy. Mr. Stewart had said so. Zahra should have asked him what they were. Stupid! Was it too late to ask? She glanced up at the new president of Chiron Investments. He winked at her and went on talking to her boss. She flushed, horribly embarrassed. Was looking to him for hints cheating?

No, of course not! It was Mr. Stewart's policy! He was here to explain it to her and Mr. Amin! Zahra was being stupid! Stupid and silly! Mr. Stewart was the expert so who else would know better?

"Mr. Stewart? " She asked, flushing at interrupting the two men.

"Yes, Zahra," said the young president. "The answer is yes."

"Oh. Thank you," she said, very confused. "What was the question?"

"You wanted to know if you could take a break from writing out your opinion to visit the ladies' room," he explained. "And of course the answer is yes! Fred and I want you to be comfortable with this discussion about whether or not you should embrace a Mandatory Bimbofication Policy! We can take all the time you need! Please, use the bathroom, take off anything that's making you uncomfortable. We can wait for your opinion!"

"I, uh, thank you... Sir!" She said, blushing that he seemed to know her bra was uncomfortable and that she was asking permission to go to the bathroom like she was a school girl.

Still, it was an incredible releif to be given permission and she scurried off to the bathroom.

She locked the stall, hurriedly unbuttoned her blouse and freed her tortured boobs from the mean undergarment. She sighed as she was flooded with relief. It felt so good!

She dropped her bra to the floor and started at her boobs. They were so big!

Of course, they'd always been big, but there in the stall, free of their jailor, they jutted out like they hadn't in over 20 years and 20 pounds. They were a mountain range of two with erect brown peaks.

"Damn I've got big boobs," she said aloud, then blushed, realizing she hadn't checked the other stalls.

But after several heartbeats of silence she decided she was alone and shrugged back into her white blouse. The soft fabric felt nice against her swelling boobs. So much nicer than the bra. She buttoned back up, then paused. The blouse was a little tight, even without the murderous brasserie. Mr. Stewart wanted her to be comfortable. She'd be more comfortable if she didn't button all the way up.

She undid a button. Then a couple more. She took a deep breath, letting her chest swell. That was much more comfortable. Yes, this was the right decision.

She hurried back to her boss and Mr. Stewart, not wanting to leave them waiting despite the assurance that it was fine for her to take a break for her comfort. Her big boobs jiggled with every step, her bra forgotten on the floor of the stall. Freedom felt so good!

Upon returning, her boss and Mr. Stewart definitely noticed her button choices. But definitely in a good way.

"Zahra! " Mr. Stewart welcomed her with a grin. "Feeling more comfortable? "

"Yes, thank you!" She said.

"I'm so glad!" He said. "Slight change of plans. Your opinion of the Mandatory Bimbofication Policy is really important to Fred and I, so we don't think you should rush it!"

"Oh, I wouldn’t! " she assured them. She had meant to think through the pros and cons in the bathroom but got distracted by her own boobs.

"Of course you wouldn't, " said her boss. "But Corbin needs to get back to his own company, so we came up with a plan. Holly is out today so her desk is free. Corbin and I think it would be best if you finish writing out your opinion of the Mandatory Bimbofication Policy at her desk, right outside my office, so you can tell me as soon as you're done and I can call Corbin. "

"Oh, um, okay," Zahra agreed, it seeming a little convoluted but Mr. Stewart grinned at her encouragingly and she let herself be led to Mr. Amin's secretary's desk.

Zahra was just getting settled at the new desk, setting out her opinion paper out and arranging her pen when she remembered she was going to ask Mr. Stewart about the advantages of the Mandatory Bimbofication Policy he had mentioned. When she looked up, though, he was already gone!

"Stupid, Zahra! " She muttered to herself. "Stupid, Stupid, stupid!"

Still, she could do this. It was her opinion, after all. She didn't need Corbin Stewart to tell her what her opinion was!

But she needed to preface her opinion with the pros and cons of the Mandatory Bimbofication Policy. That would show she was being open minded. Being open minded was important. So what were the pros? What was the advantage of all the women at a company being bimbos?

She tried to imagine what that must look like. What made a woman a bimbo? Bimbos were dumb. We'll, not necessarily unintelligent; they just focused on dumb things, like fashion and makeup and guys and sex. How long had it been since Zahra had sex? She squirmed in her seat. It was still really warm.

What was she thinking about?

Bimbos. What were bimbos like? Bimbos had big boobs! That was a good thing, wasn't it?

She wrote it down in the Pros column:

BIG BOOBS

There! That was a start! One for the pros column!

But Zahra had big boobs and she wasn't a bimbo, she realized, squeezing her left tit. So did that really belong in the column?

She crossed it out and replaced it.

REALLY BIG BOOBS

That should make it clear that she was talking about big bimbo boobs and not her own big boobies.

She giggled and gave her shoulders a little shimmy to make her jugs jiggle.

"My own big boobies..." she said aloud, then giggled again.

Some people might say she that had really big boobs. She crossed that out on her list, just to be clear, and replaced it:

REALLY REALLY REALLY BIG BOOBIES!!!

Yeah, that was definitely an advantage. With a Mandatory Bimbofication Policy all the women would have great racks. Oh! Something else for the list!

GREAT RACKS!!!

Oh, and while she was at it:

FABULOUS FUNBAGS!!!

TRULY TREMENDOUS TATAS!!!

MASSIVE MILKSHAKES!!!

"How's it coming, Zahra?"

She looked up from her page full of tittie descriptions to see her boss.

"Oh, um, I'm...not done yet," she said, blushing as she noticed she'd filled the whole page, her handwriting having gotten big and sloppy as she brainstormed. "Just a rough draft, so far."

"That's quite alright, Zahra! " Mr. Amin assured her. "I just really appreciate you working on this! And I'm glad to see you let your hair down! It looks really nice like that!"

Zahra hadn't realized she had undone her bun at some point. But her boss liked it. That was good. That went in the Pros column!

"Thank you, Sir," she said.

"I can see you're making tremendous progress already, Zahra! " He said. "You deserve a break! Come have lunch with me at O'Malley's! My treat!"

"Oh! But, um, shouldn't I focus on getting this done so you and Mr. Stewart can decide what to do?" She said.

"It's really no rush, Zahra, " he assured her. "And we can even chat about the Mandatory Bimbofication Policy! It might help you with your assignment, plus we can write it off as a business expense!"

"Oh! I guess that makes sense!" She agreed. "You have great ideas, Mr. Amin!"

***

Mr. Amin had all kinds of great ideas. Lunch at the bar across the street was one. Starting out with a cocktail was another. Zahra wasn't much of a drinker and had only had wine in the past, but Mr. Amin was excited to introduce her to some of his favorites.

He had a LOT of favorites! And Zahra was really starting to see the appeal!

"We really should order food affer this one," she said.

"Oh, certainly!" He agreed. "Or at the very least, get martinis with extra olives. That's practically a meal!"

Zahra giggled. That didn't seem right, but he was the expert.

"You are the bes' boss eber!" Zahra gushed as he got the check.

"You make it easy, Zahra!" He said. "Especially with that great rack of yours!"

Zahra giggled and snorted.

"Yer naw supposta notice these," she said, sticking out her chest. "Iss sensual harassment!"

She jiggled to make sure he continued to notice.

"I trust you not to rat me out to HR, Zahra," he said. "And, not to try to influence your opinion or anything, but Corbin was telling me that since they instituted their Mandatory Bimbofication Policy, HR hasn't had any sexual harassment complaints at all! And the size and quality of the female employees' titties can even be taken into account during quarterly evaluations, which I think you know would put you at a significant advantage!"

"Really?" Zahra asked. "Wow! Well, I should lease put that on my pros column! I'm making a lis' of pros and conses of the Mandatory Bimbofication Policy to jussify my opinions. <hic>"

"Oh! That was very clever of you, Zahra!" Her boss praised.

Zahra giggled.

"I'm very clevers!" She agreed. "And very drunk!"

She giggled more.

***

Getting back to the office waa difficult but enjoyable. Zahra was not at all good at walking but Mr. Amin was very good at helping her. He took a hands-on approach to guiding her to his office. All the touching made Zahra very horny, so once they were in his office, she thanked him for helping her by sticking her tongue in his mouth.

From there, one thing led to another and Zahra found herself on her back atop her boss's desk, her ankles on his shoulders as he pounded into her pussy, her bare boobies bouncing with every thrust.

"Oh god! Oh yes!" She called out. "Fuck me! Fuckmefuckmefuckme! I'm sush a bimbo! Sush a fucking bimbo!"

"You are, Zahra! You are!" Her boss agreed. "Such a fucking, fuckable bimbo!"

Him calling her a bimbo pushed her over the edge and she sqealed as she came and came and Mr. Amin filled her with hot spunk.

She lay there, sprawled on his desk with his spunk dribbling out of her, the room gently spinning and not thinking about anything. It was wonderful!

"You're an incredible lay, Zahra," her boss complimented her. ""And I could watch you quivering as a freshly fucked mess all afternoon, but I promised Corbin Stewart I'd get back to him by three."

"Huh?" Zahra asked, trying to remember who Corbin Stewart was but also wondering if she could get her boss to fuck her again soon.

"Remember, Zahra?" Mr. Amin prompted. "We need you to give us your opinion about the Mandatory Bimbofication Policy. The fate of the entire company is depending on your honest opinion!"

"Oh!" Zahra exclaimed, sitting up. "Oh right! My x'pinion on the Mandatory Bimbofication Policy! I was gonna, like, write stuff down and stuff! "

"Oh Zahra! You don't need to write anything down to have an opinion about the Mandatory Bimbofication Policy," Mr. Amin assured her.

"I don't? " She asked.

"Of course not!" Mr. Amin said. "You're a total expert on the implementation of a Mandatory Bimbofication Policy! "

"I am?" Zahra asked. "Oh! Oh! Is it because I turned into a bimbo today? Is that why I'm an expert? "

"Exactly, Zahra! " He praised. "And how do you feel about what happened to you today? What's your opinion about that?"

"OMG! So many cool things happened today!" Zahra said. "My titties got bigger and then you took me to lunch and taught me 'bout alcohols and then you took me back here and fucked me on your desk an' called me a bimbo! It was awesome! "

"And all of that was just a small, introductory taste of the Mandatory Bimbofication Policy! " Mr. Amin explained.

"Really?" Zahra asked.

"Really!" He confirmed. "So, then, what is your expert opinion of the Mandatory Bimbofication Policy?"

Zahra put out her chest proudly.

"The Mandatory Bimbofication Policy is the bestest policy ever!" Zahra opined.

"And that's your honest opinion as a bimbo?" Mr. Amin pressed.

"Yes, Sir! Cross my bimbo heart!" She said, crossing her left titty.

"And in your opinion, will the other women who work here enjoy the implementation of a Mandatory Bimbofication Policy?" He asked.

"Um, that means we'll, like, do it and they'll all be bimbos, right?" She asked.

"Right, " he confirmed.

"Oh, yeah, they'll totally love it!" She shared her opinion.

"Well great!" said Mr. Amin. "Let's call up Corbin Stewart and ask him to help us execute the MBP company-wide immediately!"

"Yay!" Exclaimed Zahra.

Mr. Amin pulled up Microsoft TEAMS on his computer and requested a video call.

"Will Mr. Stewart mind that I'm naked?" Zahra asked.

"I don't think he'll mind as long as you don't mind," he assured her.

"Oh, I don't mind!" Zahra declared, then giggled. "I love showing my big bimbo boobies!"

When Mr. Stewart appeared on the computer screen, he was flanked by two other bimbos that also clearly didn't mind showing their big bimbo boobies, so Zahra clearly had nothing to worry about.

"Hey Fred! And hello Zahra! Those are some remarkable jugs you have out!" Said the CEO of Chiron.

"Thank you, Mr. Stewart, Sir!" Zahra said, arching her back and giving her jugs a shake, then giggling.

"I must admit, I've been really interested in learning your opinion of the Mandatory Bimbofication Policy now that you've had some practical experience with it, Zahra!" Mr. Stewart said.

"OMG!" Zahra exclaimed. "The Mandatory Bimbofication Policy is so fucking awesome! BEST! POLICY! EVER! And I'm not jus' saying that cuz I'm drunk and Mr. Amin jus' fucked my brains out! Is my totally honest opinion! I LOVE IT!"

The bimbos to either side of Mr. Stewart on the screen giggled and nodded in agreement. Apparently it was a popular opinion.

"I can't tell you how happy I am to here you say that, Zahra!" Said Mr. Stewart. "I truly value your opinion! "

Zahra giggled and blushed and jiggled ther titties.

"So can we go ahead and Institute the MBP company wide?" Mr. Amin asked.

"After meeting Zahra, I was so confident that her opinion would convince you, Fred, that I did all the set up around your building this morning," Mr. Stewart said. "Transfer the cash to my account and I can activate the MBP from here!"

Mr. Patterson grinned and tapped a bit on his phone.

"Done!" He said.

Something on Mr. Stewart's end went "ping!" And he glanced down and grinned, then opened a desk drawer and fiddled with something,

"Done!" He said. "Baraka Financial Services now has a corporate-wide Mandatory Bimbofication Policy! You'll probably see some initial resistance, but I'm sure Zahra will be happy to share her opinion that it's all for the best."

"Totally!" Zahra agreed.

The Next Day

"Hi Holly! You're back!" Zahra greeted Mr. Amin's secretary. "Sorry if I messed up your desk yesterday! "

"Miss Osman?" The secretary asked. "What are you wearing?"

She'd been feeling a little off since she entered the building this morning and now seeing a vice-president of the company walk in dressed like a prostitute was making everything seem surreal.

"Isn’t it awesome?" Zahra exclaimed "I bought it last night! I just love how it shows of my big bimbo boobies! I wanted to show Mr. Amin! Oh! Did he tell you about the new policy? It's super awesome! You're gonna love it!

"New... policy?" Holly asked, trying not to stare at Ms. Osman's chest. She hadn't been that big before, had she? And she looked at least ten years younger! Plastic surgery?

"Baraka Financial Services now has a corporate-wide Mandatory Bimbofication Policy!" Zahra gushed. "It's the best thing that ever happened! Ever!"

Holly stared at the woman in disbelief.

"What the hell is a Mandatory Bimbofication Policy?" She asked.

"It means we all get to be bimbos and have big titties!" Zahra explained.

"What?!" Holly exclaimed. "No! A company can't do that! That's discrimination and... and that one thingy..."

Zahra giggled indulgently at the younger woman.

"I used to think like you, back before I really understood all the benefits of a Mandatory Bimbofication Policy," Zahra said. "But I totally changed my opinion once I'd really experienced it! It's really so incredibly awesome! "

"It...is?" Holly asked, shaking her head like she was trying to get a bug out of her ear.

"Totally! Mr. Amin got me drunk and fucked me on top of his desk yesterday!" Zahra bragged. "That never would’ve happened without the Mandatory Bimbofication Policy!"

"He... he did?" Holly gasped, looking shocked, a hand disappearing under her desk. "He's not sposta do that!"

"I mean, before, yeah, sure," Zahra conceded. "But not under the Mandatory Bimbofication Policy it's totally okay! We're bimbos now and bimbos are for fucking!"

"I'm... not a bimbo..." Holly objected with little conviction.

"It takes a little time," Zahra explained. "Some bimbos take longer than others. But we're all bimbos eventually! That's the Mandatory part of the Mandatory Bimbofication Policy!"

Zahra giggled. Holly stared in confusion.

"Oh! Your bra and glasses just disappeared! " Zahra said. "It won't be long now! I had to take mine off myself, since I was just the free trial, but now that there's a corporate-wide MBP, the bimbo's clothing and accessories adjust on their own!"

"Oh! That's, um, weird..." Holly said, then giggled nervously.

"Oh! And here come your titties! " Zahra exclaimed. "YAY! "

"My... titties? " Holly said, gawking at her swelling chest and the pulling down her top to better see what was happening.

"OMG!" She exclaimed, looking up at Zahra. "I have ginormous titties! "

"That's cuz you're a bimbo, Holly!" Zahra exclaimed. "It's mandatory!"

Holly giggled unreservedly.

"Do you think Mr. A will like my new titties?" She asked the more experienced bimbo.

"I do!" Zahra nodded. "But that's just my opinion! We should go ask him!"

End

What other sorts of companies could be improved by a Mandatory Bimbofication Policy? Make suggestions in the comments.

[thesympatheticdevil]

NO MA'AM

it was the middle of the morning on a Tuesday when they knocked on my door. I reluctantly abandoned my fifth cup of coffee to see who it was.

Three frumpy white women greeted me with disapproving scowls in the midmorning sunlight. I'd seen them about the neighborhood but never actually spoken with them.

"Good morning," I said. "How can I help you?"

"We represent Mothers Against Adult Material," said the blonde woman in the middle. "And we've recently learned that you are publishing salacious materials under the pseudonym The Sympathetic Devil. Do you deny this?"

I blinked. I had encountered readers in real life before, but these three really didn't seem to be part of my fan base.

"No, Ma'am, I don’t deny it," I said. "But everything I publish is clearly marked as adult material. If your offspring are encountering it, I can recommend some tutorials on activating the parental controls on their devices."

The blonde huffed. The skinny brunette on the left pouted and exclaimed "That won't do anything about our husbands!"

I raised an eyebrow.

"I just assumed, given your organizations name, that you were concerned about keeping children from accessing smut, a goal I most definitely support! " I said. "But if your adult spouses find my stories amusing, I'm glad I helped them find a little joy in an otherwise... challenging... existence. "

The three women glowered.

"Absolutely no one in this community needs to be reading such utterly tasteless filth!" The taller brunette said. "It has absolutely no cultural or educational value and exists only to titilate the most base and purient instincts of its readers!"

I tugged at my beard and considered.

"Sounds like you've read a lot of my stuff," I observed. "Why don't you come in and tell me what you really think about it."

I turned about and went back for my coffee, leaving the three representatives of Mothers Against Adult Material to follow.

"We... we didn't..." the blonde objected, but when I didn't turn back, all three followed, not noticing the door closing and locking behind them.

"Look, Mr..." the blonde started when I turned back, coffee in hand.

"Devil." I said. "You're here about my writing so you should refer to me by my nom de plume. I am, as you deduced, The Sympathetic Devil. Mr. Devil, to you ladies."

"Fine," the blonde conceded dismissively. "You're Mr. Devil, but what's important is..."

"Wait!" I said, holding up a finger. "You haven't introduced yourselves yet, only your organization! You know who I am; it's only polite to let me know who you are."

They reluctantly conceded whileI finishedmy coffee.

"I'm Mrs. Morgan Millhouse," the blonde introduced.

"I'm Alexandra Wojciechowsi," said the taller brunette.

"And I'm Katherine Didier," said the skinnier brunette.

"Well then, it's a pleasure to meet all three of you," I said. "Now, do tell me, what is it about my writing that you find so compelling?"

"I... I wouldn't say compelling," Morgan objected.

"No, of course you wouldn’t say that, Morgan, but you certainly were compelled to gather your friends and scurry on over to my house this morning," I pointed out. "That seems compelling to me! What do you think, Katydid? I can call you Katydid, right?"

The former Katherine Didier giggled and nodded agreement.

"And what about you, Alexandra Wojciechowki?" I pressed. "Wow, that's quite a mouthful, isn’t it?"

"I'm quite a mouthful, " she agreed as her chest began to swell.

"Tell me, Lexi, what do you like about my writing?" I asked.

"Well, I... I kinda like the stories where a middle-aged woman starts getting hotter and hotter and she doesn't even realize that a guy is changing her and molding her into some kind of sick sexual fantasy," Lexi admitted as her outfit shrank.

"Wait... what's happening?" Morgan asked, looking back and forth in confusion between her brunette companions.

"I never know what's happening!" Katydid confessed as black bunny ears appeared on her head and a white collar and black bow tie appeared around her neck. "Prob'ly cuz I'm really dumb!"

"Is it hot in here? Or is it just me?" Lexi asked in a husky voice, unconsciously stroking a nipple as her legs wrapped up in sheer black stockings and her heels went stiletto. She gave a throaty chuckle.

"Coming here was a mistake," Morgan said, eyes wide..

"Now, now, Mrs. Milfhouse," I said. "Cuming is never a mistake."

"Cuming is never a mistake..." Morgan agreed, then shuddered as she came, her body and outfit rushing to catch up with her companions.

"OMG! Thank you for the big bouncy bimbo boobies, Mr. Devil, Sir!" exclaimed Mrs. Morgan Milfhouse.

"Yeah!" Said Katydid, givinga little hop to make her titties bounce. "Thanks for making me the best bimbo I can be, Mr. Devil!"

"Wait... did you turn us into bimbos?" Lexi asked. "Gosh! That explains so much!"

She giggled and wiggled and jiggled.

"You're not just bimbos," I told them. "You're Adult Material."

The three bimbos giggled naughtily.

"So you can't really be Mothers Against Adult Material anymore, can you? No MA'AM indeed! That doesn't make sense at all!" I observed.

"Oh! So it's not just me?" Katydid asked. "I thought it was just cuz I'm a dummy!"

"No, dummy, it really doesn't make sense," I assured her. "So what should you call your little group now?"

The three bimbos looked back and forth between each other and at last had to admit they didn't have any good ideas. They turned to me hopefully.

"What do you think we should call our group, Mr. Devil, Sir?" Morgan asked.

I tugged at my beard and looked them up and down.

"How about Bimbos Enjoying Wanton Bisexual Stimulation?" I suggested.

They giggled and agreed, though Katydid admitted she didn't know all of the words.

"That's okay, Katydid, " I assured her. "You just need to remember the acronym. You are now officially BEWBS. Now pose and I can take a picture that you can put up on your website. Good girls. Now smile and say BEWBS!"

"BEWBS!" They called out happily.

It ended up being a much nicer morning than I expected, but that's why I didn't finish that new BimboTech story you've been waiting for.

[thesympatheticdevil]

Services Rendered

"Hey there, Evie! " Dan said from behind her.

Eve screamed. She had no idea her husband’s friend was in her home.

"Damn it, Dan!" She exclaimed. "I told Carl that you can't just come over here unannounced whenever you want! He has to check with me before inviting you over too! This is my house, not your social club!"

Dan was a horrible influence on Carl and the house often ended up trashed by their nonsense a few beers in. He was a total creeper too! Eve had put her foot down after she walked in on Dan casting porn on their wide-screen because "He thought Carl would find the scene funny." Eve hadn't found it funny at all! But Dan thought he could get away with anything gross if he claimed it was funny.

If Carl had at least told her there was a possibility Dan might show up, she would have at least put on a bra! She glared at him, waiting for the inevitable glance at her chest. She wasn't going to let it slide this time!

"Calm down, Evie," Dan said condescendingly. "This isn't a social call! I'm on the clock! Carl hired me to fix things up around here!"

"Like hell he did!" Eve exclaimed. "Carl! Get in here! You're not hiring your loser friend to do contract work he's not qualified to do!"

"I'm totally qualified, Evie!" Dan insisted. "I've been going to school online!"

Eve scoffed. Carl entered.

"Did you start yet?" He asked.

"No, he didn't start yet!" Eve said. "He's not going back to start! God, Carl! Your friend gets some kind of online electricians certificate and you're going to let him rewire our kitchen? Do you WANT our house to burn down? "

"Oh, I won't touch the wiring!" Dan denied. "No way am I qualified to do that! I’ve just been learning mind control online. Carl hired me to see if I could remove that stick from your ass."

Eve blushed and raged.

"Fuck you, Dan!" She shouted. "Get out of my house and take my worthless husband with you!"

"Oh, you don't really want me to leave, Evie," he told her.

"Like hell I don't!" Eve said. "And stop calling me Evie! My name is Eve! It rhymes with leave! Which is what you are doing right now!"

Dan frowned and scrunched up his face.

"But... you like it when I call you Evie," he insisted.

Eve shuddered.

"I... like it?" She asked. "No... that's...that's not right. "

"It is right," Dan contradicted. "You like to be called Evie because it's fun. And you want to be fun, Evie. Everyone likes fun. You like fun, don't you Evie? And being Evie is fun. So fun to be Evie."

"So fun..." she agreed. "Evie is fun..."

Wait... what?

She shook her head.

"You were... going to leave..." she remembered.

"But it's more fun if I stay, Evie, " he countered. "Much more fun! Don't you want to know more about what I learned in my online mind control classes?"

"Wait...you're taking online mind control classes?" Eve said. "That’s ridiculous! Mind control isn't real!"

"Oh. Well, then you have nothing to worry about, do you Evie? "He said in a low, resonant voice that seemed to penetrate her bones.

"I have nothing to worry about..." she agreed, sighing contentedly.

"What's your name, Evie?" He asked.

"My name's Evie, " she reminded him. "Being called Evie is fun..."

"And you're a very fun girl, Evie, " he told her.

"I'm a very fun girrrrllll," Evie agreed, then giggled. She felt really strange. But it was kinda fun.

"You know what's the most fun thing about you Evie?" Dan asked.

"What's the most fun thing about me?" Evie asked, genuinely curious.

"You've got incredible titties," he told her. "The first time I saw you, I said to myself, Dan? That Evie has an incredible pair of really fun titties! They're huge! Did you know I liked your titties, Evie?"

Evie giggled.

"I DID know that!" She confirmed, proud that she had already known it. Had she always known that? It seemed like she had been thinking about something related to Dan and her big fun titties before... before...

Dan made a soft hissing sound and swirled a finger in the air, drawing Evie's attention back to him.

"You like it that men enjoy your amazing titties, don't you Evie, " he told her. "It's just so fun."

"So fun... guys like my big titties..." Evie agreed, then quivered.

"Your big titties are just made for squeezing, aren’t they Evie? " Dan said.

"My big fun titties are made for squeezing, " she agreed.

She started squeezing her big fun titties without even thinking about it. It was so fun!

"Do you like squeezing Evie's big fun titties, Carl?" Dan asked.

Evie gasped. She forgot her husband was even there! Carl was starting at her with his mouth half open and a huge stupid grin on his face. Evie wonder if he hadn't understood the question.

"Do you like squeezing my big fun titties, Carl?" She repeated helpfully.

"I...I do..." He said, just like when they got married, which made Evie giggle.

"You don't mind if I squeeze Evie's big fun titties, do you Carl?" Dan asked. "I think it will really help with the process."

Evie wasn't sure what the process was, but it was hard to care about anything but her big fun titties at that moment.

"Sure. I mean, you clearly know what you're doing, Dan," Carl agreed.

Dan slid his hands underneath Evie's top, displacing her own hands, and started to fondle her. He did indeed know what he was doing!

"You just love having your big titties fondled, Evie, " he told her as he showed her. "It's so fun! You especially like it when guys squeeze your nipples. It makes you happy and horny!"

"Happy and horny!" Evie agreed as her panties dampened and her brain bubbled. "Happy and horny! "

"Do you know why having your tits groped makes you so happy and horny, Evie?" Dan asked.

"Why?" Evie asked happily and hornily.

"Because you're a bimbo, Evie!" He explained. You're a fun silly bimbo with big fun bimbo titties! That's why you're letting your husband’s friend fondle your titties in your kitchen. You love it and you can't help but love it because you're a bimbo!"

He gave both nipples a squeeze to drive home his point. Evie squealed.

"I'm a bimbo!" She agreed. "I'm totally a bimbo! It all makes sense! I've got big fun bimbo titties and I love for guys to squeeze them cuz I'm a big ol' bimbo!"

She giggled at the revelation and then had a little orgasm.

"Take your top off, bimbo, and shake your big bimbo titties for Carl and me," he instructed, removing his hands. "You know you want to!"

She did want to! She didn't need to be told twice!

She tossed her tank away and shook her big bimbo titties to the delight of her husband and his friend. God, it was so fun! She was such a bimbo!

"You naughty little bimbo, Evie!" Dan chided. "Look how hard you've made Carl and me with your big bimbo titties!"

Evie looked at the substantial buldges in both men's pants. She gasped, then giggled.

"You're horny like me!" She concluded.

"Yes, and it's your fault, Evie, " Dan said. "So what are you going to do about it, bimbo?"

"Ummmm...." thought Evie. "Fuck you? Fuck you both?"

"At the same time?" Dan asked.

"OMG!" Evie exclaimed and giggled. "That would be so cool!"

"I, uh, didn't really think..." Carl started.

"It's all part of the process, Carl, " Dan said. "The more uncharacteristic behavior she engages in, the less likely she'll resist the changes once I leave. Evie is a bimbo who likes to be spit roasted, aren’t you Evie?"

"I'm a bimbo that likes to be spit roasted!" Evie agreed and giggled.

"See, Carl? Now go ahead and fuck your wife's face while I plow her pussy. It really is for the best," Dan said.

"Yeah, Carl! It's the best! Fuck my face while Dan plows my puss!" Evie encouraged.

Carl's face still looked conflicted, but his cock didn't. Evie decided to listen to his cock and bent over to pull down his pants. Dan did the same for her!

Carl became less and less reluctant as he slid his cock down her throat. Dan slid his cock into her cunt without any reluctance at all.

"You wanted me to make your wife a bimbo. Carl, " Dan reminded. "You must have known she was going to come out slutty as well. Really, it makes it better."

"It makes it better," Carl agreed.

Evie agreed too, thought she couldn't say so with Carl's cock down her throat.

One Week Later

"Hey there, Evie! " Dan said from behind her.

Evie squealed! She had no idea her manager was in her home. He was welcome, of course. They'd given him a key, after all.

"Hi Dan! Are you here to fuck me, or were you looking for Carl?" She asked.

"I'm looking for Carl, Evie," he said and she pouted.

"Carl! Dan's here!" She called out.

She wasn't going to try to argue with Dan, though she hoped there'd be a way to get his cock in her afterwards. She'd never tell Carl, but Dan’s cock was easily her favorite.

"Your subscribers are really liking the bleach job and makeup, Evie, " Dan told her. "I think Carl is going to be very happy with your cut of the profits."

Evie squealed again! As a bimbo, she really didn't understand the money part of her webcam shows, but if her manager and husband were happy with it, she was happy with it.

"Do they like it as much as they like my big fun bimbo titties? " Evie asked, losing her top.

She knew that everyone liked her big fun bimbo titties the best, of course, but that included Dan. It was a good idea to remind him of that.

"Oh, a hey Dan!" Said Carl, pausing for just a second to ogle Evie. "Is this a business call or a social call?"

"Business, Carl," Dan said. "Evie's making us some serious money so I wanted to make sure you're happy with your cut, but I also brought you the invoice for her bimbofication last week. "

"Oh! Oh right, " Carl said. "It's a lot more reasonable now that I know bimbo Evie is so profitable. Of course, her outfits aren't cheap..."

"Gotta spend money to make money, Carl," Dan reminded him.

"Yeah..." Carl conceded.

"Of course, if you want to make more, you need to collaborate," Dan said. "I'm doing Tom Ried's wife Amy tonight. Amy could introduce her to the business. Subscribers like it when bimbos play with each other."

"Oh! I like that!" Carl said.

"Of course, if you want to really increase your income, Lori would be your best option," he said.

"Lori!" Carl exclaimed. "My sister?"

"Bimbo sisters-in-laws engaging in elicit lesbian affairs is a really undeserved market," Dan said. "I'm not telling you what to do, but you should at least think about it."

Carl's eyes glazed over the way they sometimes did when Dan was talking.

Evie sighed and squeezed her big fun bimbo titties. She hated it when the guys talked business instead of spit roasting her. Still, at least she could squeeze her own titties when she was bored! That always made her happy and horny!

"Anyway, you can pay me now or I can take installments from Evie's earnings," Dan said.

"Oh, I can pay you now, Dan!" Carl assured him. "I wouldn't have hired you if I didn't have the money. Of course, I've never paid for bimbofication services before. Do I tip?"

"Actually, Evie is supposed to take care of the tip," Dan clarified.

Evie giggled. She liked the sound of that!

Models Eve Laurence and Joey Ray

[thesympatheticdevil]

RePetra

THURSDAY

Pete was not a pleasant drunk. That's why his friends had ditched him in the bar. The bartender offered to call him a cab and he in turn offered to call her a cunt.

"That's really uncalled for," said the bearded old man at the end of the bar who had sat alone sipping beer and eating fried mushrooms all night.

"Who the fuck asked you?" Pete demanded. "You think she's gonna fuck you cuz you're some kinna white knight? Fuck you, old man! Ima call a cunt a cunt!"

"Wizard," the old man corrected.

"Huh?" Pete asked.

The old man pointed at the wooden staff leaning where the bar met the wall, then pointed at his own chest.

"Not a knight," he clarified. "Just a wizard who enjoys fried mushrooms with his beer and really appreciates his bartenders. I won't abide their disrespect."

"I'll show you what you can abide!" Pete declared, dismounting his stool and lunging towards the old man.

He stopped when the iron tip of the wooden staff thudded against his sternum. He hadn't even seen the wizard grab for it. The old man grinned unsympathetically at him and then muttered something in a guteral language. Strange symbols carved into the staff glowed a menacing pink and pressure built in Pete's ears as his stomach fluttered and his head swam.

POP!

"What... what happened?" Petra asked.

"You got drunk and were rude to the nice bartender, " the old man holding a wooden staff explained.

"I was?" She asked, then turned to the bartender who was staring at her with a nonplussed grin. "God, I'm so sorry! I'm so drunk I don't even know what I'm saying! <giggle> I'm not eben sure who I am or how I got here!"

The bartender shrugged and pointed at the old man.

"OMG! Did you bring me here?" Petra asked. "Are we, like, on a date? <giggle>"

"Not exactly, " said the old man, then popped a fried mushroom into his mouth and chewed it philosophically while admiring Petra's rack.

"Well, did you 'leas' buy me a drink?" She asked. "Cuz whoevers got me this drunk is toally gonna get lucky! Ima tolslut when I'm drunk!"

"Oh, I believe you," the wizard nodded. "But I believe you have no one but yourself to thank for your current condition."

"Pff!" Petra exclaimed. "Well, buy me a drink now, grandpa, and then take me home and fuck me!"

"Tempting, but I'm not in the market for a drunken slut tonight, " the wizard said. "I believe those two young men over there might be happy to buy you a drink, though."

A pair of Hispanic college students were staring at the drunken slut in avid interest. Petra grinned and waved them over.

"You two wanna buy me a drink and give me a ride home?" Petra asked, arching her back to emphasize her tits.

"I really can't serve you in this condition, no matter who's paying," the bartender objected,

Petra pouted.

"I'm sure these fine gentlemen could grab something from a gas station on their way driving you home, couldn't you lads?" The old man suggested. "You could grab some condoms too, just in case."

The young men grinned and nodded. Petra giggled. The bartender looked conflicted as they led her towards the exit, but the old man told her it would be fine and requested another pint.

****

FRIDAY

"You!" Pete bellared as the wizard finally arrived at the bar.

"Me?" The wizard asked, grinning beatifically.

"You... You sonofabish!" Pete said, having arrived three hours before in search of the old man and having found no reason not to toss back a few while he waited for him to arrive. "You turned me inna a bimboslut! I saw spitroassed! Cock down my throat! Cock up my ass! Fucked and fucked and fucked, all night long!"

"Well, it sounds like everyone made the best of the situation and here you are, back to normal!" The wizard shrugged. "Hopefully you'll take this as a learning opportunity."

"I'll fucking kill you!" The drunk declared and lunged at the old man, only to be stopped by the cold iron tip of the wizard's staff in the center of his forehead.

The wizard muttered. The staff glowed. Pete shuddered.

POP!

Petra giggled.

"Hi!" She told the old man. "I'm Petra!"

"Yes, Petra," he said. "I remember! We met last night!"

"Really! <giggle> Oh, right! Sorry! I was, like, really drunk las' night," she admitted. "Like, really, really, really drunk, you know? Oh! You was the one that intadoosed me to Alex and Diego, right? They're so nice! <giggle> And really energetic! Gawd, I'm sush a slut when I'm drunk! Don't tell nobody."

"It'll be our secret, " the wizard agreed and winked at her.

Petra giggled.

"I'm jus' kidding! Everbudy knows! " She declared. "Every bar in this city sees me walk in and knows somebody's getting lucky! <giggle> Speaking of wish, I'm drunker and sluttier now than I was las' night! You feel like gettin' lucky?"

"I just barely got here, Petra!" The wizard said. "But those gentlemen over there seem interested!"

Petra followed the wizard's pointing finger to find five African American men in naval uniforms. Petra grinned and staggered towards them with an encouraging pat on her ass from the wizard.

"Hello, Sailors! " She greeted the young cadets. "I'm Petra!"

"Hey, Petra!" Said the closest of the five. "You look like you've been enjoying yourself."

"Oh, I always enjoy myself," Petra assured him. "And everybuzy enjoys me! <giggle> I was jus' noticing... there's FIVE of you an' there's ONE of me, and, like, it reminds me of this movie I seen this one time!"

The five black men grinned as if they might have seen the same movie.

"Anyway, my house isn't too far away," Petra explained. "And if you five wanted to join me, I bet we could make a sequel to that movie!"

The young sailors decided that acting might indeed be a vocation worth exploring and agreed to help Petra get home.

Saturday

Pete was going to stay sober this time, damnit! He sat in his car across the street from the bar, watching, waiting.

The old man walked up, leaning heavily on the wooden staff. Got him!

Pete hurried across the street, dodging traffic with his unaccustomed sobriety. He walked in to the bar and tapped the old man on the shoulder before he could even order.

The wizard turned and grinned in recognition.

"You again! " He exclaimed.

"Yes, me again!" Pete said. "I'm going to have to burn my bed! And possibly my carpet! You sick fuck! Now comes the part where I kick your ass!"

The wizard sighed and shook his head.

"You know, you just need to ask," he said.

"What do you mean?" Pete demanded.

"The theatrics aren't necessary," the old man said. "You don't need to pretend you're about to assault me to get me to turn you into Petra. It's not at all difficult and I'm happy to do it for you. Just ask!"

Pete flushed.

"I'm...I'm not going to ask for that!" He exclaimed. "I'm not trying to make you turn me into a bimbo! I'm gonna kick your ass because you DID turn me into a bimbo!"

"That's what you came here for?" The wizard asked.

"Yes!" Pete said.

"You came to this bar to kick my ass," the wizard said.

"Yes! Obviously! " Pete said.

"And you did this sober, knowing that the last two times you came at me, I turned you into a hot chick with an inclination towards drunken porn reenactment," the wizard said. "But you didn't come here to try and make me do it again. "

"NO!" Pete denied. "No, that's not what I'm doing, I... I'm gonna kick your ass!"

"Oh. Well. I guess I deserve it then," the wizard said, setting his staff down on a table. "Best get it over with, then."

Pete stared at the discarded staff and the unarmed wizard.

"I'll do it!" He threatened, raising a fist. "I'll totally do it!"

"Yes, I'm sure you will," the wizard agreed. "And you'd be perfectly justified after what I did to you the past two nights. I'm a big boy. I can take my punishment. Go ahead and hit me."

Pete feinted and the wizard blinked but didn't flinch or go for the staff.

"I'm totally going to do it, old man!" Pete raged.

"Yes. Whenever you're ready. No rush," the wizard assured him.

Pete seethed and glared and... deflated.

"please," he whispered.

"Beg pardon?" He asked, cupping a hand to his ear?

"Please turn me into Petra," he mumbled. "Sir."

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" The wizard asked, picking his staff back up.

He muttered in that guteral language, the staff took on a helpful pink glow and he gently tapped the tip of Pete's nose with the iron clad tip.

POP!

"Thank you, Mr. Wizard, Sir!" Petra exclaimed, then giggled.

"You're very welcome, Petra!" Said the wizard. "Can I buy you a drink?"

"OMG! I'd LUV a drink!" She exclaimed. "But I should warn you, I turn into a total slut when I'm drunk!"

"That's a feature, not a bug, Sweetie," he told her.

"Huh?" She asked.

"Don’t worry your pretty head about it, Petra, " he said. "Have you ever had a Fairy Godmother?"

"No!" Petra admitted. "Is it yummy?"

"Oh, very yummy!" He said. "It's made with absinthe."

"Oh! Fancy!" Petra declared.

Thursday

The wizard sat at the end of the bar, eating fried mushrooms and sipping at his beer. He smiled when he saw the bimbo walk in.

In an instant, half a dozen men were approaching, eager to buy her a drink. She giggled and assured them that she'd get to all of them before the night was through. She winked at the wizard and he raised his stein in acknowledgement.

Petra's admirers looked nervously at the wizard and agreed to take numbers, with those willing to share getting earlier turns. Everyone knew that starting bar fights in this particular bar ended with the ones who started it helping shorten the queue for Petra.

The spell lasted eight hours, after which the subject always popped back to whom he was before. But after quite a lot of drunken begging in the wizard's bedroom, he had revealed that he did know a way to make the change permanent.

One virility spell later, the wizard's rock hard cock was deep inside Petra's twat, fucking her brains out while she was strapped over an alter. The 8 hours came and went; Petra came and stayed.

Petra finished her first drink of the night and led the two ginger brothers who had bought it for her back towards the restrooms. She flicked the little silver piercing in her left nipple, a gift from her benefactor, and the ladies room door opened onto a pocket dimension where she kept a large bed and a small toy collection. The brothers followed her in, mouths agape.

"You're sure he chose this of his own free will?" The bartender asked the wizard, placing a stack of paper napkins beside his mushrooms.

"I mean, can anyone really be sure of anything!?" The wizard shrugged. "But you must admit Petra is much happier than Pete ever was. And she makes a LOT of other people happy too!"

Petra and the two brothers reappeared, the brothers looking astounded, Petra having put on a new outfit and redone her makeup. Time passed differently in the pocket dimension, much to the delight of the second group in the queue.

The bartender looked skeptical at the wizard, but went to take Petra's order anyway.

[thesympatheticdevil]

Precisely

Wait... what did you do to us?

Exactly what you asked for!

We didn't ask you to turn us into chicks! We asked if your magic could make it easy for us to GET chicks!

Not precisely. And precision is important when dealing with djin, Dear. What you precisely asked was if my magic could help you get pussy. I said it could and if you'll check your shorts you should find the veracity of my words.

He's right. That is what you said. God, you're such a bimbo.

Uh! Well... You're a bimbo too!

Yeah! Thanks to you I am!

But we can totally fix this! We just gotta be precise! Mr. Genie, I want a dick! Give me a really big dick that women can't resist!

As you wish!

Oh god, you're such an idi...OH LORDY!

Holy Fuck, Mr. Genie! You're huge! I... I can't resist that! Give it to me! Give it to me hard!

You already wished for that, dummy. Face down, ass up now.

Me next! Me next! I wish for dick next!

[thesympatheticdevil]

Knock Knock!

Marlena? That’s a new look!

“It’s Marli now. Marli with an i. Jared had me dying my hair bright red and come to work with my boobs out to make sure the programming was taking. It took. I’m completely under his control now, so he sent me here to suck your dick.”

I’m really confused.

“I was confused too. I never would’ve died my hair like this before. And I always used to hide how big my boobs are. But then Jared told me to sit back down in front of my computer to continue my reprogramming. I’m really glad he did because now I don’t care at all that he’s messing with my head. I like it, really. Can I suck your dick now?”

I… Do you want to?

“Yes, very much so! I’m a cock sucking bimboslut. I’ve been dreaming of sucking dick for over a week and I didn’t know why. Apparently it was the programming that Jared set up on my computer. He had thought that I would just give in to my growing desire to have a dick in my mouth, but I resisted. That was really stupid of me. I’m just not very smart. <Giggle>”

And Jared wants you… to suck my dick?

“Not just yours. Yours will be the fourth dick I've sucked this morning. Hopefully you don’t mind being fourth. I’m getting better with practice. But Jared wanted you to know just how effective the programming is because he wants your help in taking over the entire company and then possibly the world.”

He needs my help? Why would he need my help if he can just reprogram minds?

“Cuz the programming makes you really stupid after a while. Jared says by next week I’m gonna be a complete dummy. I’m looking forward to it, really. Guys like dumb girls. And I really like dick! I’d love to show you how much, but I need you to call Jared first and agree to work with him. Next week I’ll probably do it just cuz you asked, but by then Jared will have all the helpers he needs, plus I won’t even remember how much I used to hate you.”

Well, I… I guess I better call Jared.

“Oh goodie gumdrops! I get dick!”

Jared? Yes, yes she is…. Well, yes, I am interested. But I’m still wondering if this some sort of…oh my god…. Yes, yes she is… I…. You… You expect me to negotiate while she… Oh… Oh, well… Well yes, I…. I suppose I don’t really…. Oh fuck, Jared, just tell me what you want me to do?

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